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You hold me at arm's length Afraid of my gaze Afraid of my touch Afraid of my love Afraid of my leaving. I hold you at arm's length Ashamed of myself Ashamed of my thoughts Ashamed of my pain Ashamed of my emotions. We hold each other at arm's length Accustomed to the space Accustomed to the silence Accustomed to the solitude Accustomed to the seclusion. We hold each other at arm's length At arms length, but we hold each other still.
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
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You hold me at arm's length Afraid of my gaze Afraid of my touch Afraid of my love Afraid of my leaving. I hold you at arm's length Ashamed of myself Ashamed of my thoughts Ashamed of my pain Ashamed of my emotions. We hold each other at arm's length Accustomed to the space Accustomed to the silence Accustomed to the solitude Accustomed to the seclusion. We hold each other at arm's length At arms length, but we hold each other still.
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
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