No Gentle Breeze

I am not cool, like gentle breezes or spring mornings. I am not soft, like candlelight or clouds on high. Nay, I am the biting at your heels and the fire in your throat. I am no comfort, I prefer the good over the easy, and I know that niceness is not the same as kindness. I care in a scathing, visceral manner; but do not be mistaken, for it is no lesser variety of love.

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