Drowning voices in a vast sea,
Sight set only on what you see.
Your thoughts give you a crown,
Making you stand tall, like the kings hound.
A hefty head filled with pride,
A shallow heart of sky high tides.
Throwing caution to the wind,
And weaving gold on your own skin.
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Author:
Atlas (
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