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My love, you are like the sun, a supernova made human and breathing and beautiful.
And I want more than anything to be able to stand in the light with you;
To not flinch or turn my face towards the shadows.
But it’s difficult, when you live your life behind slatted blinds,
In a darkened room where no one can hurt you.
(Because all you’ve ever known is the serrated edge of a blade,
And the twisting gore of a body unloved, unwanted,
Abandoned more times than can be counted)
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