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Nov 2020
Top hats off for the king returns.
Killing time. The monarch is heavy.
Cradles go buy. Silent. Streams and songs.
Aren't you happy with your eyes to the sun?
Say a prayer for tomorrows never seen.
The Queen weeps, for a Kingdom lost, a child her king could not provide.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
(30/M/lancashire)   
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