No more Kings.
Saucer with rings
Like it should belong in space.
Although this hit with a crash
(and it was no lie)
The gentle clink-clink-cink of the cup
like a wavering heartbeat, so erratic.
Wrinkled hands clutching at what she had left.
The guitar was silent.
Except for one song, on refrain.
Tears?
The sudden stop
of the background (music)
Which bought all the memories back.
thinking of his unjustified existance.
A holy man praying.
Witness to the chaos
Smiling, somewhat content.
And it was all over...
for him, at least.
No more Kings.















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Made of love and vibrations.
U ok?
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be yourself
everyone else is already taken.
What about you?
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Made of love and vibrations.
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be yourself
everyone else is already taken.
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*disbelief*
hahaha
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be yourself
everyone else is already taken.
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English hwk awaits!
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be yourself
everyone else is already taken.
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