Hercules

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I'm the slave girl down in the dirty kitchen.

you're the king up in his chamber.

i thought i was holding this castle up on its feet 

but it's been a while since i've noticed

the sweat rolling your brow

and the taut muscles of your arms

and your grit teeth 

and your hair falling over your eyes.

you're one Hercules. 

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