This is a small thought progression poem that I had while trying to talk to my boyfriend who is currently serving in the marines.
This is quite a poem, but it's not a short story either. I thought there might be an audience for it here.
The mercenary is a man. The squire is a woman. The night is their master.
Another poem that just came to me, and the rhyming came to me.
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I wrote this last year for a friend of the family. rip.
