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She again met the one that once shared a kingdom with her. The gardens and butterflies were suspended in neon-lit limbo, whether they were intended to or not. She never thought she would stand at those gates once more. Other worlds had been explored, some warmly welcoming and others strongly deplored. One taste that stuck to her tongue was the salty sweetness of the wild sea. Knowing that there is still so much to see, getting stuck on any one seems simply mad. Yet now, with kingdom breathing and sea sloshing, her heart cries. Ever ready was she, open arms to all such skies. “WAS” standing strong, alone, the key word. Though the lock is really many locks, and they all keep moving, she wonders. And wanders. And wavers. Why did the lock run and hide as soon as an old chance at loving peace opened its weary eyes.. Those eyes are red sometimes, with the force of life. Occasionally, those eyes are void of anything reminiscent of eyes. Either monster or God, looks upon her, as she meets the gaze. One waiting for the other. Will she be eaten or taken by the waves? Shall she return to the throne or destroy those aged worlds to forge anew?
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