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High status

A mark of mastery, a degree of high status,

Atop a tall throne, spectre in hand.

Waving and yelling like the fools in grey.

This ink, which poisons his blood,

Paints profound pictures posing

A small threat to mind.

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matthew-albert-perry

American

Published: Feb 23, 2011
LinesWords: 639

Notes: © Matthew Albert Perry, 2011

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