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Promise,
when I’m around you,
I use my words fearfully.
Tiptoeing softly on a glass roof.
I safeguard uncertainty
in a willful ignorance.
I cradle the anxieties
to avoid a thought of not being your choice.
I choose not to know,
I choose not to ask.
That repels me.
I’d rather wear my word as a badge of honor,
blustering sound to confuse the armies.
I’d call the storms
and reign the waves.
I’d awake the gods
and mage the clouds.
I’d squall the mountains
to end all impossibility.
I’d open wide the world
like a heart of a novice.
If only you would give me yours.
Promise.
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This is beautiful.