4 Drink Minimum

A soldier solders the shrugs of his shoulders with sober composure…

Fighting for the light, with might, when the night of love reigns over…

Invisibly battling the unseen, for those to which his heart cleaves, and his heart beats with one plea –

To be truly – seen.

**

~The Wordsmith

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