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Your arms are like a temple. I took comfort in their safety and peace. I can't help but wonder what it would've been like without the assumptions and lack of trust. Just love, no lies. This heart of stone, you can't open it, release it all. It can only be broken. I find myself wanting to rid this body of emotions. Ball it up into nothing, throw it into the corner and pretend it had never been there at all. You think i like to feel this way? Never. Fuck that.
I took shelter in the temple that is your arms.
Your holy hands.
Embrace.
