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The thoughts spilled from their head
Like milk from a jug
The thoughts floated out of their head
Like bubbles, waiting to be popped
The thoughts flew out of their head
Like butterflies in a meadow
A day comes and goes,Ever swirling on dainty prose,I rose and I rose,Until the ground froze,It was hard when I fell.
Since I'm destined to be a coffee ground,
I want to be fertilizer.
I don't exist in your bookshops or museums.
I don't have a place on your TVs or radios.
You'll never hear about me.
Born with a noose around their heart,
The taller they grew, the tighter it pulled.
But they were just them, and the World was worse off,
So they carved on a glorious smile
The crown held high upon my head
The pain I feel in my heart as I look out
The Kingdom before me filled with dread
I hear a man in the crowd shout
"Where is our Queen?"
