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Like some rancid Guinevere 
I will wait behind the curtains
of the window by the garden
in the space between our hearts and our minds
And like some twisted Lancelot 
you will come for me again
sneaking past the guards to do battle --
a perversion of the holiest of kinds
Writer, artist, nerd, queer, mom, crotchety old lady.
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