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comfort

My life is comfortable
and safe and lovely.

So, dear,
hold me tight
like the days we bled with love
remember me as who I was
when sparks were fireworks.

Because there are things you do
which scare me,
and warn me.
I fear I shouldn't continue to love you
because it will simply kill me one day
but I can,
I will,
I do.

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