By Damien Knight
My heart is torn asunder,
I can’t stop thinking of you.
Even as she broke my soul,
My Sailor Mars untrue.
I find my mind is painted
In the search for Aniya.
My soul is tainted.
Dare she call me a liar.
I promised her my passion,
She gave me nothing in return.
Aniya, forgive this sin
Forgiveness I hope to earn.
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