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Feb 2011
A hero
in his own consciousness
for the world that exists
only in his reveries.

A warrior
so vigilant and chivalrous
in the village
behind his eye lids.

A king
so kind yet mildly imperious
ruling all
inside his land of dreams.

A drowning member
of the proletariat class
humoring all
in the world he walks.
Written By Matthew Allan Cuellar
Matthew Cuellar
Written by
Matthew Cuellar
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