"Lieing sublime moments and throwing bricks hidden into kisses at me, which I'm building the walls from. Your mock-hug is the strenght, your wrong touch is the cement." - this is a boy.
We're not in prep-school, nor in high school. This is more, even if not deeper than that. A complicated web we're in. We.
A man should know what he wants.
What do you want?
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