I Do Not Like This Word: A King - Poem by Liza Sud
I do not like this word: a King
after these horror stories on Mark
because king - he is always alive
and reality is stronger than freak.
It's so easy to kill for a king:
and to kill both Isolde and Tristan.
it's because I have become big,
and a fairy tale became real.
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