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Aug 2013
the king is living,
i see his law
in every rhythm of our feet
and every spark of my creativity.
he is here when the colors blend.
his crown of sacrifice
haunts me when i shut my eyes.
and i breathe,
and i know freedom.
i know the king.
i wrote this a week after he died
m greene
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m greene  lunatica
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