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Jan 2017
Chewed up, dropped out,
False throne, and a fatal crown.

Never king, never peasant.
Severed mind, a ghost town.

Always serving, ever worthwhile,
Constant effort, trying to lay it down.
Common ground.
they might know, maybe
david mitchell
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