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Aug 18
The armor never reached my soul.
So, I named my sword after her.
I poured my heart on wind-swept hilltops.
Spoke to the moon, mistaking it for her gaze.
And rode through war with love as my shield.
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AMAN12
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   Dorothea Daisy
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