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Ambush

   
Timid
never
by means of things I've missed
but crucified
through this damnable discernment

"Social anxiety"
SOCIAL
ANXIETY

blows (biting) kisses
when I leave

They land (demanding)
iced
onto my shaking hands
in the morning

Melting only in the warmth of sleep        
Written by AtoMikbomb
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