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Dissonance

I had that dream again, the one where I kneel before you and make overtures. I awoke, confronted by my fear of intimacy, my shunning of it in pursuit of a more o it. Each day I’m more afraid than the last that I’m losing you. You will have to push me because I’m a whirlwind of dissonance.

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