Crown | StoryPoem | Todd Crawshaw
30
Aug

Crown

I wish to be king no more. My crown of thorns I renounce. Removed, the shackles of a name, fortune and fame. My kingdom come. Thy will be done. Dissolving in the rain. Castles made of sand. Swallowed by the sea. A naked man. Free to be. Eternity. Again.


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