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Poisoned

The Princess

I work, I write, I walk

Life takes on a rhythm I like

Some say you meet the right one when you’re not looking

Blue eyes and a boyish face greet me across the room

We are slow to talk, but when we do our connection soars

Both far from home, we share a bond

I am a princess, but he is something of a ruffian

We both traveled to the west coast from the same province

I can’t help but want to be close to him

Every time we part ways, he tells me to get home safe

He seems like a friend, universe knows I could use one

He loses his wallet one day and I help him look for it

He says he owes me a tea for helping him

His gaze looks a bit wolf-like, but it must be my imagination

The Wolf