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My darling, She is a Queen in her own Write
In this world, never moulding too much to the Moon,
Never staring too much at the Son.
Or shall I re verse that?

She is a Queen, in every world but realty
Where she rights herself by virtue of penmanship
Perfect castles in thee aire,
Lit. and shadowed so True by sun and Moon

Dimensions fail a way in competition
Whilst she lives (in be) tween every significance
To stream the good and great bad to get her,
With flecks off her sole, into a metaphysical rainbow

Of feelings and seens yet untapped;
She works on indescribable eye contacts and
Control of the dreams she steels Forever
From a world so lawyered over itself,

Things loged in universi(ties) saturating this one
But ignored; her birth she has mad(e) a ruling freedom –
Prisonedheir turned liberator, yet separated so that we seem still by etherality
She is slowly dancing, nowhirling to a minstrel's song

Of which I catch and stream soul shar(e)ds
Traveling faster then dreams and light and stirrings
Of love in her heart, two complete isolated perfection
Love and treasure both are fund, exemplar, drawn from Inspiration's men(tu)tor

in the Authoress.

Description
My darling, She is a Queen in her own Write
In this world, never moulding too much to the Moon,
Never staring too much at the Son.
Or shall I re verse that?

She is a Queen, in every world but realty
Where she rights herself by virtue of penmanship
Perfect castles in thee aire,
Lit. and shadowed so True by sun and Moon

Dimensions fail a way in competition
Whilst she lives (in be) tween every significance
To stream the good and great bad to get her,
With flecks off her sole, into a metaphysical rainbow

Of feelings and seens yet untapped;
She works on indescribable eye contacts and
Control of the dreams she steels Forever
From a world so lawyered over itself,

Things loged in universi(ties) saturating this one
But ignored; her birth she has mad(e) a ruling freedom –
Prisonedheir turned liberator, yet separated so that we seem still by etherality
She is slowly dancing, nowhirling to a minstrel's song

Of which I catch and stream soul shar(e)ds
Traveling faster then dreams and light and stirrings
Of love in her heart, two complete isolated perfection
Love and treasure both are fund, exemplar, drawn from Inspiration's men(tu)tor

in the Authoress.