I am afraid.
I am afraid and I weep and quiver a tad
Isn't beauty the most frightening of all? Dose it not snach away security, dose it not grind ones heart.
Isn't the sight of freezing glistening snow coated early mornings or starry shivering nights, the most terrorizing of all.
And you
The roaring voice of delicacy, I hardly breath.
Hardly be.
You laugh and utterly balm, intoxicating,independence, and I am to scatter into the air of stale ordinariness.
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