he is made of shit
wants not the glimpse of the sun
wandering my pretty hides in his lover's cunt

so he says to me you gotta let go of your beliefs
for I have seen men fall worth more than you'd ever
be
so don't you see what I mean
your mind could never conceive the knowledge that I
possess
to share at my will... oh my precious thing
you stand out but none can see bitter hollow soul
pity the kingdomless king
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by Dickinson