I was enarmored
with him. . .
embattled and
weary of
steel exteriors
–hardened from years
in the field–
no Eros, I
want to
lance his heart,
as much as love it.
I was enarmored
with him. . .
embattled and
weary of
steel exteriors
–hardened from years
in the field–
no Eros, I
want to
lance his heart,
as much as love it.
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