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The King is gone but he’s not forgotten

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Long live the King. The King is gone. I was the King but I am done. I had to go because the people didn’t respect the King anymore. The King was unable to control his desires. All those handsome Dukes, Counts, Barons and Earls. Now the King has nothing. The King must eat shit.

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This entry was posted in Life Story and tagged creative writing, gay, King, Writing on May 27, 2025 by Delicto.

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