Wednesday, April 29, 2009

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Maybe he will come, maybe I will make him come, drawing him towards me as he climbs the spiral staircase, all the way up to the last chamber of the highest tower of the faraway castle. And I will wait amongst the crystal chambers of the palace of ice, amidst the webs of white and stains of red. And when he reaches my altar he will embrace me and place upon my lips my only ever given kiss. And I'll finally wake from this life's dream and I'll be blessed by the rain of a thousand shattered mirrors. And I'll open my eyes and say: My prince...

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