Sink me slowly, I say,
Into the mire of life.
Boil me gently I plead,
Like the frog in a pot.
Push me sweetly,
Into the absence of thought.
Follow me gingerly,
Through the dense fog of truth.
Pull me delicately, my darling,
And worry me not with reality.
Draw me tenderly, sweetheart,
Deep into your embrace.
And cover my eyes, my beloved, so I see not where I tread.
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Author:
Bing (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Letter
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Comments2
Chills. Love!
Superb! I hope you have more inspirations!
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