Love is Dangerous by Milos Klaric Love All dimples, teeth, and eyes. Only the faces and attitudes were real. More real than the lives we led. I whisper, “Take me in.” It was dangerous. Too early. It was still too early for me. My body refused to obey me. I stood there. I could no longer bear his eyes, or anybody’s. Screaming and crying. Take me home. Take me wherever. I wouldn’t have cared.
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