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Nov 2014
I gave you a ruby for your eyes
And diamonds to brush against your skin
I had the people bow down to you
They fed you roses, showered you with respect, And prayed for your health before going to sleep

But I can only shown you the throne
In your mind and heart must you sit and share this wealth.
In my mind you left nothing but dust
And dirt in which I cannot grow from

In my mind I can only hold your memory
And the promises that sounded so sweet to my ears But was only vibrations in reality

As king I cannot promise you that my walls will never crumble.
That my armour is made of gold
And that thyself is just as pure
i asked of you to feel the rhythm of your heart but all you could feel was the shine from my movado.
Michael Chandler
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Michael Chandler  Chicago
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