Layer upon layer of thickness brush against my temples.
I shield myself away from your gaze.
A sore aching cry from your throat startles me.
A sense of well being at your pained heart.
A prophesy of my bones breaking yours.
This is not how I imagined Love.
My infatuation has grown stronger and stronger.
It is wrong. I know.
Layer after layer of caresses strikes against my lips.
I open my eyes.
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