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King Nothing

Once upon a time Some Thing committed a crime For which penance can never be paid A place; where the past sleeps Darkness; make fire and see The bonds; between now and then One day, the state, heard the case And the pleas; of a man To retain his mane; and stride Walking, the bent line Watching, co-incidence; inside and out Spinning and tracing; with my arms The circle; with three

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