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willow sophie Jun 2019
I'd rather be run through
by the bayonet of a musket,
my body buried in an unmarked grave
and my death holding no meaning,
than stand by your side
only to turn back.
willow sophie Jun 2019
In a group of six men,
only one raises his blade to his heart
pledging loyalty, dedication,
one man.
One man, is that all
I can count on?
willow sophie Jun 2019
Boring!
How dull,
I need something exciting!
Stimulating!
Challenging!
But please,
have mercy,
nothing boring!
willow sophie Jun 2019
I don't quite know how to feel
since you seem to affect me like no one else,
but what's so different about you?

Your impression,
your tactic,
I'm not sure what it is,
but you could say that it's magic.
willow sophie Jun 2019
a drug that helps me
hide from reality,
that makes me stupor
and helps me relax
when thinking about you.
willow sophie Jun 2019
My name
is used by more people
than I
but it means nothing
when used
to explain my identity.
willow sophie Jun 2019
When I die,
you can have my sword,
my cattle,
my barmaid that plays a *****,
even if she is not mine to give.

When I die,
remember, my friend,
what's mine is yours
and yours mine.
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