and we are dreading the winter solstice

[cobblesworth]

I am in no condition to meet you, greet you, feel you, touch you, love you, hold you. And you are right, i am scared. I shouldn't be. Maybe it's my shame that is defeating me. But i'm not ashamed, does my fear show so planely? You have always looked at me directly. You have always understood everything so easily, how did you do it? Maybe

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Angel

[anonymous]

Honest and Beautiful, the things that come from you...