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Vassals Espinela

As I collapse on this pillow I find that place I can run to; The hidden path I’ll always know; Past the stars! Follow midnight blue! A step from the sea’s undertow shrouded in dreams I build castles; On my salmon robe hang tassels that capture particles of sand; Glitter in the palm of my hand, I’m not one of the King’s vassals.

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