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If you want to see and be seen, then be seen. Your dress is dark red and your opening eyes are bright green. Make a scene, but dont lie on the bed, laid out like youre dead, because honey, youre murdering me. Be a little sheep learning wholl shear and wholl feed. The hands come and they leave. Be hands holding a knife. Be a being on two feet, with his heart trembling, butchering for a king he believes in though hes never seen. Be the princess in that stone tower, crying for that handsome butchers plight (and, as some princess might, she still calls him a knight.) But the best thing for you would be queen, so be queen. Youre all that I need. Though I know that it never can be, Id be pleased to post your decrees, to fall at your knees, to name all your streets and to sit down and weep when youre carried back through them and set down to sleep, and to lie by your side for sublime centuries (until we crumble to dust when were crushed by a single sun