oh love, oh sanctuary!
you keep me feeling like a child,
safe.
i'm sorry to confess, i do, doubt.
would you leave me not unlike
other pleasures, that evade?
and turn.
a dream, a weaver
a spinner of lies, a web
only to consume?
as fear has.
i am afraid that i want,
only what might be taken away.
for if by holding a hand, solitude
and in a room full of people, i am but alone,
i have reason.
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