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the castle brims with ghosts and nightmares
shut behind cobbled stone
a white shot against shadows
hands outstretched for directions home
cast beside medieval forests of rage and ancient desire
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you were speaking gibberish again
like in the sweet dream
a red string caught on your tongue
or a whisper told and sold to the soul
you were speaking or selling your story when I knew you could
the warrior inside speaks of a revolution
dreaming and caught
in the space of her nightmare
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you do not want there or here or me
as if I was too pristine a picture to speak about
as if that was in your heart and nothing more
while I moved mountains just to tell truth like a tale
violent storms I turned in my sleep
like a whisper I wanted mystery
they wanted movement and your lies and a memory
they wanted on these terms
when you have wanted many things
like the misery of your heart
you wanted I wanted love
and of the in between
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