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Prince Abamba's final reply to "MINE ODE TO A HUMBLE WORDSMITH" (JOURNAL #34)
Dreams are those wishes that go ungranted
For to dream of me is to wish for me,
then in turn to leave me forever in existent of reality.
Your forgiveness i implore
This night seem to hold me similar to its chains
My nobility and mobility are far from me
and I am not at worth or in the state of glee to speak those sweet words..
... But like days before, moments in time with you will never fade.
They are prisoners of my cage-like heart..
And if so be it thou art awake at this moment,
I would not mind a quick message..........
