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Jun 2021
Holding me in his arms like I am fragile China
A distressed glass yearning to collapse at his feet.
He cradled me anyway.

He’s so gentle with everything he touches.

And he will keep this gentleness when he is holding my beating heart in his hands

and when he rips it from my body his reassuring words will echo a pulse in my chest.
Written by
Kayls  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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