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The lad, quivering in his boots
looks up at me and my murderous growling.
He seems to flit his shield arm aside, ushering me in.
I can feel his soul as he soils himself.
He begs a god that I do not know to spare him.
That god does not listen.
All I can think as I feel his spray on me
is that I was in love once.
I quivered once.
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