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When Love gives me eyes of romance, i freeze become a solid statue of armour, when you look at me with such satisfaction drawn on your lips, those times, i feel id be calmer and fare better, rather be in the midst of war, anything, than be before Love’s gaze, who can strip me of my invincible armour,

Beneath it, G, you touched my rainbow, and i want to run from you, in terror