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She sits at the coffee table waiting. . . .
Waiting for him
It’s past seven and he said he would come in time
Seven was the time
She sits and waits
She waits for me
In the reality that matters she sits in her castle prison waiting for salvation
They say she’s beautiful but so much of her beauty has been left hidden to the world
Someone has to deliver
Someone has to deliver her from that which encroaches on her beauty
I see her at the coffee table but all day long she sits at the window of her tall castle
Singing a ‘mournful’ song
“Come love . . .
Come save
Come deliver. . .
Come set free
Come get me from this castle prison“
She lets down her long beautiful hair waiting for him to come
Come up and deliver
But he’s too shy to take the first step
He’s a warrior that doesn’t know his strength yet
He’s a god who hasn’t yet awakened to his power
She sits at the coffee table
She takes a quick glance at me
I avert my gaze and look away
What if she waits for me?
I might just be her knight in shining armour
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