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Updated: Mar 25

Militant in my love

Loving in my attack

A quick strike with a warm embrace

I will no longer falter in my devotion

Tangled up in concern

Confused by opinion


Something has awoken and it no longer needs sleep

It needs air

So I breathe

Square my shoulders

Rise to the call


My love is not soft

My love is not weak

It is the steely backbone holding us up

It is the bulletproof glass; we see without fear

It is the distance between

It is the clear, sharp, and certain swipe of a firey blade

Come close, you will be transformed


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