Poem 6 - Pleasantries

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For the boy that I breathed through. - Tumisang Monareng

This exchange was between a queen and her peasant:

She demanded he sit on the sun for his joy to thaw into her veins. In turn, with no hesitation, she mercilessly opened her dungeon and engulfed him in her demons.

And yet he still adored her, hopelessly.

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