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Nov 2018
gold throne houses
a gigantic huge man
booming voice and everything
    my man, dad

sets a tiny blue seat
to his right-hand-side
so we fight together
    my king, dad

fast ahead to puberty
I am straddled to his throne
rules bedamn, i said
    my prosecutor, dad

he said 'ntil doomsday
back when i sat in my blue throne
wearing my purple regal dress
    my guardian, dad

today, he's a man cast out
not a king in this land
huge gigantic man
    my father, dad
really not sure its what you want,
Sapphire
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Sapphire  21/F
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