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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