Dragon King
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Stone Kings and Loved KingdomsThis pencil is my spirited javelin, more nurtured than a rock, more caring than a spider of doubt: I am a writer, always travelling.Stone Kings and Loved Kingdoms
See here, this open notebook without words, all tangled in mind silk, all threatening and bleak, shadowless: how can I tempt the twists of thought to call?
How I feel the ache to grapple stories, light a candle to talk, encourage night to give up secrets: I field the words like noble warriors.
Imagine stone-built kings enthroned in white, Greek marble, and carved love, entrap the beautiful characters: I
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Regards,
James
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Won’t you come into my garden? I would like my roses to see you.
– Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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Won’t you come into my garden? I would like my roses to see you.
– Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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