What luck for the rulers that men do not think.

i have been smoking my pipe all morning.

tobacco of course, i am a drug free queen.

i wrote three pages in his kitchen this morning.

this morning i drank tea.

i ate my homemade italian leftovers for breakfast this morning, in his kitchen at his table while i smoked my pipe and drank my tea.

my perfume is on his sheets, and so is my sweat, and his sweat, and my heart.

all is fair in love and hope it seems, but on that i may only dream.

my heart is to big for my little chest cavity, i fear it may implode.

but i continue to urge its swelling.

i am so happy i could die.

xoxo

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