the queen of omilia sleeps naked,
at least her servants tell me so.
for i haven't witnessed it -
'twould be sin to see a toe.
yet they have not either,
seen a single leg or breast.
only her clothes are evidence,
she enters dreams undressed.
they lie on floor beside her,
as sheets wrap around her frame.
yet none can touch her body -
what a travesty! what a shame!
yet one for no man, dirty mind,
'tis a sadness only for one.
a burden she must carry,
while we all carry none.
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