A simple mention of my name,
A reference to that past,
A stupid silly card game,
A long time question asked.
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A colourful approach,
To an lineal lifeless label,
And despite my weak reproach,
A date, within my fable.
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A fluid flurry of facts,
A ring upon her finger,
A helmet and an axe,
On her frame my eyes do linger.
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Sometimes I feel like we’re friends,
Sometimes I feel like we’re more than friends,
But sometimes I feel like I’m just a stranger to you.



