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Home,
where I shed the armor
that shields my heart.
I see beauty in the world,
but shadows closely follow,
turning color to black.
I retreat inside,
yet you let me be me,
gently coaxing me out,
embracing my fragile self,
imperfect and raw,
naked in your care.
Unshielded.
About the Creator
Jennifer Christiansen
Animal advocate, traveler, and bibliophile. Lover of all things dark and romantic.
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