Frozen ThroneA Poem by En.Kidetoured... and becoming the king of... our mourning this place that... I call home conflicted... I stand tall white flags... to defend you unborn are the senses the hollow the center frozen they... can fill me sitting on my throne bare and all alone I am here... am I home © 2011 En.Ki |
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Added on November 19, 2011 Last Updated on November 19, 2011 |

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