My heart hides behind your open door;
I peek around the corner
and glimpse your silver hair.
I tremblingly breathe before
The glimmer of your presence there.
I feel your eyes peeking around
the corners of my mind.
So I hide among my Labyrinthine fears;
with swift feet and steel resolve
you chase me down the corridors
of remembered horrors.
What pierced hands and warm
resolve, You die to hold me close…
shivering.
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