I'm not designed for this,
I don't do love, hug or kiss.
I find my bliss.
Not skin to skin.
But shoulder to shoulder.
My heart's grown colder.
Solidified.
All love has died.
I tried.
I cried.
Pathetic whines
No more.
Boots on the floor.
I'm designed for war.
-Harry
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