A sweet entwinement
Of different worlds
A mystery
Unclasped, unfurled
A deepened pain
For what was missed
A destiny
A wanton kiss
With honesty
She wished him well
A history
That none could tell
The world remained
Even without
His majesty
Contained no doubt
So she would dream
Of tousled locks
A travesty
Of cursed clocks
The Mewriginal 
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