My King
Be my King.
Be my Louis the XVI,
And I, you're Marie Antoinette.
We'd live in Versailles
As royalty
And do whatever we'd like.
You would build me a village
And buy me French dogs
And I'd give you your heir to the throne.
But we wouldn't be awkward
Or crazy.
We'd madly fall in love.
And When it'd be time to die
We'd take our last look
Gazing up at a heavy blade
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Rachel Chasteen
A small town Ohio girl who was thrown in South-western Florida after her sophomore year of high school.
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