Vacancy

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Like a wayward inn in a dying town
I sit alone on a throne without a crown
King of only myself and I
I ponder on my domain as I hurriedly scry

I knock on doors and ask to come in
Refusal is a most accursed sin
Empty I find them and I drain them still
I drink to their health until I've had my fill

How now should I proceed ?
Really who is left to lead?
I stare about and all eyes are on me
I abdicate my title leaving just a vacancy

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