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1d
I am the king of a crumbling castle,
a hassle to hold but I'm old and I'm scared
of the bold young world that sits around me
surrounding my vision, emissions of life
like entities born in flame, that drift astray
from parents ensnared in the glare of a television screen.
About: Coming out of my shell creatively and embracing openness and opportunity.
Written by
Aaron Beedle  32/M/England
(32/M/England)   
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