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Feb 2011
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.
© Matthew Albert Perry, 2011
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