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Do you remember, Susan?
Do you remember the weight of your bow and how it felt when the string burned your wrist, Susan?
Do you remember the wind in your hair as you rode on the back of the Great Lion, Susan?
Do you remember the way your chest ached as you watched your brother take his last breath, Susan?
Do you remember the moment they gave you a crown of daffodils and told you to lead them, Susan?
Do you remember the warmth that grew inside you with every subject you were able to meet, Susan?
Do you remember the delectable tanginess of your favorite Narnian sweets, Susan?
Do you remember the royals who would be willing start a war in order to win your hand in marriage, Susan?
Do you remember the satisfaction you would get when you managed to bring a man down to his knees with your brilliance, Susan?
Do you remember the Marksman Queen that you were, Susan?
Do you remember the Gentle Queen trapped inside you, Susan?
Do you remember at all, Susan?
- NLR
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Midnight Confessions
Şiir"I think new writers are too worried that it has all been said before. Sure it has, but not by you." -Asha Dornfest In which this author writes about life and love and everything in between.
