| �Promise to be courageous.� You�re a voice in the night, a sample of flesh. I feel your breath, its dampness envelopes the stillness. �No promises...� Even in the darkness, I see your sulking countenance, heartbreaking, inevitable. The poetic phrases, the emphatic passion in the simple request spoken by the most flawless of tongues. �I need you, but fear the consequences of needing you.� It�s the same trite late-winter midnight binary: desiring the purity of our love, detesting its all-encompassing power. |
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