Getting Started.

Why are your eyes
The kindest, with the softest shine,
Yet with a blank stare?
Why are your arms
Protective, strong,
Yet bruised with loneliness?
Why is your heart
Calm, steady,
Yet afraid?
Why your lips
Smooth, soft,
Yet closed and cold?
Come share this fire with me,
Palms outstretched,
Legs crossed,
Comfortable with our shadows,
Until the night devours us.
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