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A mark of mastery, a degree of high status, Atop a tall throne, spectre in hand. Waving and yelling like the fools in grey. This ink, which poisons his blood, Paints profound pictures posing A small threat to mind.
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Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 12:31 PM UTC
High status
A mark of mastery, a degree of high status, Atop a tall throne, spectre in hand. Waving and yelling like the fools in grey. This ink, which poisons his blood, Paints profound pictures posing A small threat to mind.
© Matthew Albert Perry, 2011
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Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 12:31 PM UTC
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