Poetry · Writing

made-up king

walkin’ round like your

a king;

a king

you are a fucking king

i remember when

you first found that crown

wearing it around

like a fearless toddler;

i don’t know where that went-

i found the crown

i don’t know where you went

the best on your journey

maybe will meet up again soon.

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