To whomever finds this letter
To whomever it concerns
I find myself a favor
A request to guide returns.
If you could please deliver,
Find my golden prince
Whom sleeps down by the river
And hand him over this.
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My Golden Prince,
I do apologize to thee
For running off in the night
But I am no princess, you see;
I have not such appetite.
For Gowns, ballrooms, and gems,
And happily ever afters
True love and satin hems
All daffodils and sunflowers.
I cannot give you what you seek.
I cannot be that which you ask of me.
I am flee bottom, ragged, and reek
Of all those who've danced with me.
I am not pure, nor delicate, nor gentle.
I am not something you daydreamed.
I am closed, deceitful, vengeful.
I am your nightmare still unredeemed.
As much distaste floods to my mouth at the thought
Surely you must understand
I cannot love you as you have been taught
And so now you see why I ran.
Love,
Abigayle
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
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