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6:14 AM
Come close.
Let me hold you.
In my arms, dwelling.
Let me hold you.
In my arms, dwelling.
Tears, stacked, accumulating.
Condesation. Let go.
Precipitation. Fair dose.
Pain, amplification.
Moment, reciprocation.
Nothing can be said.
Nothing has to be said.
Just you and I.
Plus some functioning eyes.
Thank you.
For breaking in front of me.
For being strong.
As James Bond.
Shame, swept away in embrace.
Dignity, superseded by intimacy.
Take as much time as needed.
Though reality will surface and swarm.
Surely you be ready and warm.
To conquer fears, succeeded.
Just remember the journey.