Tender Love

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The shiver down my back where the sunlight hits
The cold escapes the grave behind me and reached my cheeks
The queen's grave among the spring with her dreaded tombstone within the grass
This was the uncontrolled choice of the queen, but her body turned to stone
I now visit the flowers infront of her and remembering her spikes within the world
It is now fresh in blood, we adore it.

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