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 Things I Cannot Touch Because They Are Too Near
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Something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which I cannot touch because they are too near. Loved, … but feared because the closeness creates a sense of familiarity that I am wary it will kill the excitement that triggers my body and soul when I feel your presence within my surroundings. Like a rose in the spring, whom Athena had chosen to open....little by little, .....and petal by petal,.... your love springs within me. Like fingers around the neck of a loved one from their lover, ….the sweetest sense of suffocation one can feel, ….your love brings to me.
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