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KIIING

Your words are like fire to my soul
Burning the very being inside

The mystic cipher of completeness
I can’t hide

The scribe of the gods
Of wisdom, experience, and life

Until you answer this quest
Nothing will suffice

Meet me on the mountain top
For you my wings will soar

Journey this distance with me
And touch my soul forever more

Walk in your royal inheritance
For only you can do
Vibe the waves of the universe
Recite me a haiku

Incite me with your pen
Entice me with your ink
Co-write me with me infusion
Not disillusioned by your strength
Rather engaged by your truth

You are my scribe
Kiiing

Let me be the Queeen
The paper, the source for your ink.

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