Princess and the Pauper

The sonorous note floats a côte to what he wrote but who can say anyway what it might have been today. She sees the words but all is blurred, so torn in thirds and tossed to th’birds. Surely, it was purely written poorly. But the goal of his soul was to avoid the whole and take the rolling toll to create control. And create he must, as he had previously discussed, that the implied trust of the rotten crust is indeed mistrust. And so unjust, she thought with disgust, away with the base, ‘twas never her taste.

What a waste.