Poetry : A King's Poverty
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Last published Fri, Oct 11, 2019
A description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As you read, you shall find the imperfections a king carries, I'm here to shine some light on a kings journey, from his rise, to his down fall.
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