Written by The Reclining Gentleman and HastyWords
I can hear your voice
In each word typed
I can see your face
In each space laid
You hold my breath
Inside phrases
Linger on speech
Stroking keys
The rhythmic taps
Of your fingers
Are like footsteps
As you guide me deeper
Along the shadowy path
That leads to the place
Where you hide
A shadow begins to form
Remaining just out of reach
With each line typed
Outlines begin to shape
With every paragraph
I am pulled deeper within
And moment by moment
A new world beckons me
A world constructed
And populated by
The words you raise
A place of safety
Where the words warm me
The paragraphs protect me
Every sentence built on truth
That I know I can trust
HASTYWORDS 
I love the way that you’ve intertwined the two tales to one. Beautifully done.
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And you know all is fair in love… and war…
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Love it! It starts a shadowy, and ends light!
It’s like walking along a path at dusk, where the trees are starting to look like reaching hands, and the rustling noises from nearby feel more like wolves than birds… and then you reach home, with a light on at the porch, waiting for you.
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