27. Pawn
I am your daughter and only yours;
your golden ichor swirls with the crimson in my veins,
a surge of warmth that gives me strength,
like the river and sea meeting each other.
I am your daughter and only yours;
nothing in this world can avert my focus,
I shall be no pawn in this world of man,
a delicate puppet I am not.
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