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The beauty of team Unassigned.
An exploiter with half a mind
Would see this wasted down the line.
Oh, I met this maiden true,
With models red and buildings blu,
Gave intel wings, and thus, it flew,
Unassigned, how I long for you.
A team untouched by warmth of fire,
Though I warmed it with desire.
Kept it hidden, gave it love,
Shared what others could not know of.
Projectiles could not pierce her skin,
Nor would hers respect their kin.
How could they have been so blind,
To strike down beauty so sublime?
Broken, I can only pine,
Of jointeam unassigned.