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#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry 731-Queen Essence

You call me 'Queen' as if it's the most natural thing in the world...
Surrounding me with your authentic self, brimming with passion, promise and more tomorrows.

You call me Queen as if my skin is made of honey.. Tastes like sweet blueberry pie, wrapped up in the essence of rebirth and discovery...

You call me Queen with such majesty. That my soul reverberates with this knowledge and tries to explode from my skin into its new existence...
You call me Queen, with meaning and respect...

You call me Queen and I believe it. Epitomising it with such Grace and dignity...my pride is not vain, just made proud... For the right reasons...

You call me 'Your Queen' and that leaves me speechless with joy and recognition. Simply because your words are never meaningless or empty....
Your words are made concrete with the follow-through of action...

You call me Queen and I answer.

Simply because I am.

-Y. Salmon

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