All is fair
in love and war,
that's what I've heard them say
before.
Without a care
she left the shore,
for hands she trusted and
adored.
A tiny snare
and now you're torn,
you really needn't stay for
more.
*broken ardent*
p.s. where's my life jacket again?
You're a strong swimmer. No need for a life jacket.
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