high above the city
where i watch from my throne,
of broken wood.
built with skin and bone.
i sway in the breeze.
tears freezing on my face,
as i blow away with the leaves.
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where i watch from my throne,
of broken wood.
built with skin and bone.
i sway in the breeze.
tears freezing on my face,
as i blow away with the leaves.