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i want you to whisper sweet nothings. i
want you to tell me i'm beautiful. create a withstanding
intimacy between us. i need to feel your closeness

the amiguity of my words, more than one way
we can see it, read it, understand. they are
going to tell you, if only you can see what it is.
Frightening. no set rules or logic. it's all up to me.

will you listen to what i have to say? or will you just hear?

i dont know what you will
get out of this. if you can even see through
this the way it is meant to be. we
both could. anyone could. maybe you do know
but maybe you don't. neither of us will know, only
with faith, and maybe with your
help.

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