pining for the fjords
in Norwegian mists of green
deeply piercing the highlands
day and night inside my dreams
cold and bare as I found you
Northern sharp in pale hands
drips and drops of hardness melt
icy flakes they chip away
under every solid footstep
of the heiress of Nordic Freyr
comfortably numb, complacent
she appeared to stir your rivers
foaming in an effervescing rave
[...]
*need to finish this soon
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