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As You Like It
I never expected it.
The man who faced my father,
the king,
after impregnating me.
The man that swore his life
A million times over,
that i pulled to and fro
and when he got to comfortable
jerked him sharply
on his puppet strings.
The very man
that nearly died for me.
The one that took an arrow
claiming that it was a shallow comparison
to the one of love
still pertruding parallel
to the one i could see.
I underestimated his love
because that same man
when he was told
I wanted nothing to do with him
by me, the one he loved most
He simply grimaced and answered
As you like it
And died at his own hand.
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