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                        My heart out of my chest.

                        My ailment is not curable —

                        A destroying feeling

                        That has ruined me more than once,

                        To forget, which I wish,

                        And in my life never

                        To remember it again.

                        Spring 2018

                  You have become the mistress of my heart —

                  My savior, my destroyer.

                  Only in your hands is my freedom,

                  Only in your hands is my soul.

                  Now I am imprisoned in a cage,

                  And I could be in velvet fetters.

                  But, alas, you are not so merciful, lady,

                  And you have given me only iron fetters.

                  Dreams are dreams, and the reality is

                  That I am destined to be in this world

                  Only as your faithful sweet slave,

                  But not as your beloved soul.