Poem #3
B-------r, my flower
Safe + secure in the Emerald Tower.
A bittersweet smile: you're free from the shower,
Dry of my reigns that had become sour.
The Earth I could scour,
yet not find a love one-tenth of your power.
Though now I am dour,
to me you may glower,
I'll pray for your love 'til my 24th hour.
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