I cry, I laugh
the way you see,
I admire on the behalf of your majesty.
Though numb, I pursue
those glimpses of pursuit,
a vocal of duplicacy,
a sight of bliss.
Yet believe,
to be relieved,
with arms wide open,
perched arms to be kissed.
I judge, I do
I wish to flee,
I admire on the behalf of your majesty.
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