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From my bathroom throne I overlook heads of trees men for all seasons who sway and still like felt and feathered burghers dependent on his lordship’s words. In glowering times they cloak themselves in mist, hiding like fleshless nerves from courts and kings and the kings’ best choristers the birds.

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Date: 4/16/2019 3:10:00 AM
it's beautiful
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Date: 1/26/2019 1:43:00 PM
They say a house is a man's castle. And the royal throne is where your mind can drift like driftwood. Welcome!
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