As heavy as the specks of dust,
hovering around the shadow of a castle,
the curtains allow swishing breeze,
the beams of the abluted sunshine,
tresspassing with my gigantic feet,
the castle-domes taste so sweet,
as gulping through as elated throat,
or is it the salty- eyelids that are sore,
the eyes i wore are no more, no more!
as virgin as the strike of dawn.




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