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a king spends a month’s worth of rent in four days to get high and drunk, and then even more drunk and a tiny bit more high to fit in yet another drink until he’s just fine. imagine- you became poor, but were a king; tired boots collecting dust, and coins, cigarette buds, on your way.
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
on fallen kings
a king spends a month’s worth of rent in four days to get high and drunk, and then even more drunk and a tiny bit more high to fit in yet another drink until he’s just fine. imagine- you became poor, but were a king; tired boots collecting dust, and coins, cigarette buds, on your way.
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30/Cisgender/Ohio
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
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