<thinking>
The unhappy prince said to the little fox,
"Let's play games; roll in the meadow. Make flowers uproot themselves.
I'll endure your bites and scratches. Touch your soft warm belly.
Blend the wildness that exists between us."
"I have a kingdom to rule one day. No matter how big or small.
I've domesticated my animal spirit so you don't have to. Fed it tranquility and caged behind pulsating iron.
My wrinkles from restraint.
To instill in minds hallucinations that in the absence of gods you must make heaven."
</thinking>
Are we haunted by the ghouls of longing?
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Or is it the curiosity of unending depths?
//[Roses cast in]//Glass