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Mar 2020
intimacy is
intricate, the
closer I get the
more complex
the maze
becomes;
we are standing
still in a pool of
memories and
piranhas staring
and touching
and ignoring the
danger;
I want my heart
to be soft and
malleable in your
hands but your
callouses are rough
and my patience is
wearing thin;
will you let me be yours
will you let the pain
be mine?
Iā€™m scared
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