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Dec 2015
My pen was a Palace
and it reigned
over princess and peasant
alike.

The court jester fell
at its feet. The Palace
caco-
phonied with laughter.

The K-
night brought delicious
terrors, to which the princess
fell.

The scribe recorded it all. Exactly
as it happened.
Kenna
Written by
Kenna  Vienna, Austria
(Vienna, Austria)   
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