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The only thing I really want Ito earn my place upon my throne. I don't want my dream just tossed to me like a platter full of roasted duck. My throne's construction of Burgundy satin, and golden throngs, call out its splendor to all that witness. I shall and must refuse my throne until I can see I wont heed any call it sends to me. I can only cherish the things that will prove what mine IS mine. And that is my throne.
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Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 8:39 PM UTC
My Throne
The only thing I really want Ito earn my place upon my throne. I don't want my dream just tossed to me like a platter full of roasted duck. My throne's construction of Burgundy satin, and golden throngs, call out its splendor to all that witness. I shall and must refuse my throne until I can see I wont heed any call it sends to me. I can only cherish the things that will prove what mine IS mine. And that is my throne.
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Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 8:39 PM UTC
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