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Mar 2020
As the King sat parked, slumped deep into his throne,

His eyes ever vigilant, aimed at the open walkway ahead,

His orders barked at his royal guards, as his paranoia grew.
Danté Le Beau
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Danté Le Beau  24/M/Manchester, UK
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