There was a "please" in the air
and the wind-- the way it painted
and swept the floor-- and the castle
was a pink hint of weight and gold.
His eyes were serpants that kiss
and hiss, the after of glow and cheek.
We never made it to the marsh,
he lost his boot, I lost my heart.
we never found either.
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