Love is a gun, hot and cool at the same time in the palm of your hand. Hidden in plain sight until your need calls for it to sing and scream loudly - to let the world know of its existence.
It's comfort and fear. It bites when you hold it the closest. Bodies, souls and minds fall beneath its strength as it twists and bends your heart to its will.
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