They call me Aphrodite.
They say I'm a muse,
and those I love I will forever lose.
No man can handle,
No heart can take,
This love I have is far too great.
When broken,
When beat,
Defeat,
A friend of my fate,
Alone I will stay.
In this space,
What I give is all that I've made,
And who I am is bursting into flames
Who I am?
A goddess of land.
Who I am?
A speck.
A burst.
Without thirst,
I have all I've ever wanted.
Alyssa Westerlund
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