By Damien Knight

At my weakest, I’m still strong
You might think how I am is wrong
I hold out my heart, pour the soul
All I am written in my words
All see what is my outpour
Spilling on page, read and be sure
Even she will know me well
Here Sora can even tell
My heart is that of a warrior
My soul, a lover, bound to her

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