"A Reactive Love"

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Love; warming the skin as it blisters the heart and mind.  Living ghosts so faintly broken; the cracks are the reason they stay.  What would it mean to be loved and belong.  Something more than four walls and a roof; neatly fit to frame but still slightly off stage.  These memories run so closely far away; will this Love be enough to not say goodbye and goodnight.