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Beneath the pall and upon royal breathes 
Tantalizingly it lives seemingly unseen 
Yet its slightest weight can be felt within 
Clear to the core of their hollow marrow 
By those who crave its whet wicked taste 
Justifying every stolen drop slurped
Before slaying the rebel voices of … truth 

Poet of the Light © 2021


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