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I want to be in his arms.
Drunk in his embrace.
I love him.
But the air is thinner in his sphere.
My blood flow is divided.
His gravitational pull won't let me go.
I don't want out.
It is warm in there under his care.
He knows what I need to hear.
He is there.
I love him.
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