“give me the tender and the fire. i want the angst and ache and wild mess. all of it broken open, nothing less. because there’s just nothing else that can disarm me like that. it completely takes me apart… a man’s passion and raw vulnerability, the stretching of his heart walls and all those flowers growing from his chest.”
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“his hands, how they hold such strong character… it’s why i fall into them so softly”
Source: World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets