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Bluebeard

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I am neither

too hot nor too cold

I am lukewarm

consumed by an eternal flame

Both night and day

I quench my thirst

through written words

Down on paper on the page

I can make mistakes

I was am

a reserved child

Displaying tranquility

yet solitary

trying to find a true friend

When there were none at all

Ah, but in a book!

Fiction on the page

was, is

My only escape

Fairy-tales and tall tales

wondered me, still

They do now

Marveling me, entrancing me

The thrill I seek

Is an imagined one

And yet,

I wait to see the day

Fiction will be

My one

My only

Reality

Where a true friend will be

waiting for me--yes

Only me!

Atop the castle I pretend to pray

And I watch contently as they slay

My Bluebeard

Oh Bluebeard!

At last--

I am free!

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nice!

Soi-Disant, The Blue Roof

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