Source: Suzann Sines
Stendhal embraced me
Stealing my mind — confused, blurry
Mjölnir in my chest
Pontus I could see
Far — far from my Nest
But closer to Beauty
Florence makes me Feel
With her magical spell
Grabbing my throat, getting me ill
But there I stand — there, I dwell
My heart like a cell
Multiplied in zeal
Belle of Amherst — seize me
This power I allow, from you only
Here I bow, to Vulnerability
I lost my shell, but I am free
I beg you to never let go —
of Me.
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