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No one Yet Someone
I am not his, yet I claim him with fire,
We clash like the storm, never to tire.
I fight with a passion, bold and untamed,
As if in his heart, my name is engraved.
In the quiet of war, a soft, secret...
We clash like the storm, never to tire.
I fight with a passion, bold and untamed,
As if in his heart, my name is engraved.
In the quiet of war, a soft, secret...
