I’ve always been the lion-hearted girl

Innamorati. When my heart is emptied, I hear the subsurface trickle of the sublime seeping back into me. Clear cut my spirit, and I will be rewilded. If I tame my heart to love, it is rabid and will make you feral. Set me aflame, I will burn through fire, laughing.

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