Home [bitter]sweet home.

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The day you pressed
your body against mine,
was the day I was sure
I could, without a doubt,
build a home for
myself,
beneath your trembling arms,
and heavy breathing. 

Little did I know,
being doubtless meant,
embracing deception.

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