July dribbles - 26


He kept his heart well-guarded, steel-shelled suit of armor under his tie, drank liquid gold, banked memories and hope in vaults sealed tight, sank into despair and closed his eyes.
The small one, weak one, vulnerable stranger in need, grew like a weed on his soul. He fell in love.

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