The Sleeping Beauty Exact

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FRANCE
DUSS
The Stairs are Winding, and I am, as well, around the Serpent
To Avoid the Problems, Yet Again, What Will I Find At The
Top of the Stairs? The Stairs are not just the Stairs at Uss,
They are the Stairs at Neuschwanstein, They are The Stairs
That I have Climbed not thinking about it, What May Be at
The Top of the Stairs May be My/MY Viscount, or, may be
The Fear of Seeing My/MY Husbands InfidelityWhat is at
The Top of the Stairs I Never Wish to See, At All. There is
The Sky Across the Land, and a Window at Uss, and There
Is the Sunset and the Fields, and somewhere a Cottage. I see
My/MY Husband there, and Know it has happened Again.
I am at the Bottom of the Stairs Wondering What to Do.
During the Time of My/MY Beauty, Here, I was Beautiful,
And am, As Myself/MYSELF, Not the Mary, Not the Eve,
Who were Both Put Down in This HISTORY of Mine, I,
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Am TheSLEEPINGBEAUTYEXACT.
The Tears I cried, and Internally, as well, I am the Lore
Direct of My/MY Beginnings, Russia, and Now, The True
Lore of HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSON, Who Met
Me/ME Here, and Wrote about Me/ME, Who Fell In Love
With Me/ME.
He Knew that My/MY Husband was Unfaithful. This was
A Truth. I wished My/MY Husband were not, I wished
That He would Love Me/ME. I was someone who was
Sensitive, Quieter At Times, Beautiful, and sometimes a
Quiet, Lovely Witty. Of the Exact Lore of Now, I Looked
Somewhat As I am now, but with a Hint of the Put Downs
Of Mary and Eve, Who were Both Present at the Pale,
Pale, Very Pale Pink that is the HISTORY of Uss, and of
Myself/MYSELF.
Thus, All HISTORY Changed, and My/MY Very BLUE
Beauty of All of My/MY ORIGINALS, of RUSSIA, of

PRAGUE, of BELGIUM, These were changed to a Pink

At This Time, and in the TALE Written by HANS
CHRISTIAN ANDERSON, which is of the LOVE of
FRANCE, and of the BEAUTY of My/MY HISTORY
At Uss.
There was the Sunset, and There is the Garden, and I
Loved to walk in The Garden. It was Beautiful, and
Quiet, and I would Look up for My/MY Husband
There was a Flower given to Me/ME by Him in the
GARDEN.
Also, the Food, I liked the Food, of Beauty, and of a
Gracefulness. I liked Sweet Foods, of a GraceI was
Not a pig, not an ingrate, but a Love. I was also
Gentle of It, and My/MY Husband Loved to Eat, and
He Also Liked His Foods, and Was a Royal about It.
At Night, I was Beauty, and Prepared for Bed, I was
Beauty, even Thenand My/MY Husband, Who
Smiled at Me/ME before getting into bed, and He
Slept on the Right, and Turned His Back to the Right.
Sometimes He Loved Me/MEand When He/HE
Loved Me/ME, He Truly Loved Me/MEHe Made
Love To Me, and in Length, and in Quiet, and I
Loved Him, So Deeply, I Loved My/MY Husband,
So Deeply.
I was not enough, and no Jewel, no Beauty, could
Make up for This. It was always time to go. Thus,
Now, of the Movie the American Quilt, When I
Cried at the Leaving of the Mermaid, I, The Quiet
Mermaid. It is Time to Go. This Was My/MY
Husband at Uss. It is Always Time to Go. And
He Always Made Sure That I Was There. Do
You Wish a Gift. Thought, but not said. And
Never Really Given. These Gifts were given to
Someone Else, in One Way or Another.
The Female across the Fields Smiles lightly.

She is the Simpere, the Blonde Female of a

Different Type of Sexuality: I am All of That
And More, and That Have Always Been, but
At That Time, So QuietSo Quiet. Now
I Do Not Die for Others To Live.
My/MY Husband spent fiery hours with
The Blonde Female, and I Knew Internally
And Externally, and I Never Said a Thing
Once, maybe twice, mentioned. He looked
At Me/ME, a forewarning, and a Quietness.
In the Garden, a Fight, and He and I quarreled,
And I said that there was something wrong. He
Did not wish to Listen. And He Never Did or
Maybe He did, A Little, but He Never Said it.
In His Mind, and I Hear It Now, Which I Knew
Then, that He Wished to Love Me So Deeply,
But He Just Could Not. This was a Truth, Except
When He Made Love to Me.
When He Made Love to Me, the Room Disappeared,
And there was He and I, and Making Love, and This
Was a Truth of He and I. But He wanted more, and
That is what He found outside of Myself/MYSELF.
I remember looking at a Timepiece, somewhere, and
Im Not Quite Sure Why, but it was Of My/MY
Husband. As it is Not of the Era, that I Know of,
But it is of His Person. It is as I said. It is Always
Time to Go. This is What He Always Said, Inside.
The Blonde, Fiery, Sexual, and I, the Stairs, and
Looking Up the Stairs, and in Fear of Seeing My/MY
Husband with Sheand I believe I Did, I Believe I
Did See That, That Whore in My/MY Bed. Thus,
In Many HISTORIES, The STAIRS leading Up, and
I, Always Saying That I Did Not Wish To Follow
Them Up, Afraid of What I Might FindAt the Time
Of Neuschwanstein, at the Top of the Stairs, Murder.

I Was Hit from behind with a Heavy Object, and I

Was Murdered and Thrown in a Pit to the Right
Of the Stronghold, to the Left Looking from the
Castle, down, down, near a Stream Bed or Ravine,
And With a Lot of Bones. There Were Many. It
Was Not Just Myself/MYSELF Who Was Murdered
During That Time. But, Always the Stairs That Must
Be Climbed to the Outcome of What Lay Beyond,
And I, Who am TheSLEEPINGBEAUTYEXACT,
And Am YOUR CREATOR EXACT, As Well,
State that Those Who Climb To My/MY Person/PERSONAGE
Are LOVED Beyond All LOVE. This is A Truth.
And it Is A BEAUTY, That is Seen, When One Has
Seen Myself/MYSELFThroughout the Centuries.
In Later HISTORY, I was Visited at One Point in Time
By HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSON and Was Loved
By HIS PERSON, and He Fell in Love with My/MY
Beauty and My/MY Person/PERSONAGE. I Looked
At Him, and I Could Not Love Him, in the Sexual, but
I Loved Him as Himself, and was of All Beauty to He,
Of Loveliness the Meeting, and the Conversation, of
Quietness, and of Beauty, and His Departure True
Thus, My/MY Tale Continued of the Time Period, I,
The SLEEPING BEAUTY of the TIME, in FRANCE,
I was Loved Beyond All Love by He, and In Truth am
Still of Love to He, and My/MY TALE of BEAUTY,
Is STILL, TheSLEEPINGBEAUTYEXACT.