Open my heart, open my eyes
prise-me-open like a mussel
I have grit, I've got, fire, passion
little else belies inside my shell
but my heart and soul they're colossal.
‘I cannot undersell such a pearl? '
Not when countless others are misshapen
so give me all you've got, prince or frog.
Or else the deal is off null and void
and I'll head back to my grotto-gutted
miserably empty and totally, annoyed.
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