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Loyal

I could fall asleep

Content with whatever outcome

If I die then

Let the decay of my small crown

Holding on to a blackened tooth

Procelain keys that rang out

Words about you

And a quilled tongue

Gently feathering

All the fine details

Send notes of your highness

©️ The Sad Owl

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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