Howl for Justice
His eyes hold mine, hold them tight, hold them like my breath, like my breath, like my breath, like I am not holding my breath, like I am not holding my breath, like he is holding it for me.
The surprise of it, the surprise of him, the surprise of this makes me hesitate, makes me hold my breath, makes me wait. But the surprise is not the same as the fear, is not the same as the change, is not the same. The surprise is something else, something other than the fear, other than the change, other than the exposure, other than everything, everything, everything.
It is more than fear. More than the change. More than the exposure.
It is more.
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