My Beautiful Marquise
Prince of Stories

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The night was blue And the light was loud As my Tiger Star roared in the heavens He knew no fear, nor care As he killed the peace Making the wind pierce The storm sing And beauty weep
I was but a shadow in the garden-grave On a Quest, shuddering for power, for grace Seeking the Tree of Knowledge Pawning my innocence for a place Because a thorn had pricked a rose And my own thorns could not protect me
When my eye saw the answer to my prayer Tiger Star fell from the sky To land before me His life force glow
Devious Comments
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Visit my principal account of my jobs
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Visit my principal account of my jobs
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~~Jenny~~
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.----Edgar Allan Poe
may your stay be silly and fun
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find your wings and fly
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