Read my heart,
Will you?
The words on paper,
And in my throat,
Spell out
My affections.
The idea is terrifying,
As interpretation
Is dangerous,
I can’t let anyone know.
Even if this game of chess,
Cannot be played,
It is war,
A naval battle.
But I am tired,
No longer a soldier.
And so I retire,
To stare at the sky.
-Zero
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