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Nov 2019
You wandered naked
through the burning sand
looking for the promised land

Denied by the nature
of your eyes
It’s the chaos that you
breed inside

Now You look down
to the ground
picking up the pieces
of your broken crown

The solace of your name
brings you nothing more
but shame

Like the  castle where
you built your reign
on the ever shifting sands

Forgotten by
your cruel hands
Ben Palomino
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Ben Palomino  24/M
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