Lucan:
This woman
How she clings to me as though I'm the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth
This woman
How she clings to me as though I'm the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth
Her fingers sheathed around my forearm
As though it were I giving her protection,
the strength of a man
As though it were I giving her protection,
the strength of a man
When in reality
it is this small, yet infinitely powerful woman who gives me the strength of ten.
it is this small, yet infinitely powerful woman who gives me the strength of ten.
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