Literature
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and let me, let me speak to you in your own language - in fabrication, sensation, metaphor and the ridiculous - but love me. Love me. If only in your way of love; timid, unsure and ethereal; distant. like an apparition that circles my soul, you are not real. if only to sit in silence, with you there, tender gazes and my brown eyes, childish and unsure; muffled pain. to hold your small hand, to watch the workings of those fingers. and to no longer be afraid.
to no longer be afraid.