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There’s No Need to Be Anyone Other than Who You Are
The facts about my feelings
You’re not the flower of innocence, dear Asha, but that’s OK.
Your love is a kind of indirect love — you love me by showing me how central the heart is in your affairs.
Whichever chord I decide to play next will begat my overarching melody, serve to inject you with my passion rather than restrict you from accepting the kidney Deon offered you in exchange for your promise not to hurt him.
In your thighs I have found my ideal resting place, especially when I divide them and make them miraculously multiply.
You prefer a direct approach, telling me to jump off the roof from the second story and land on a pile of scrap metal.
If that’s what it takes to taste your infinite loving I will do it on my own, not needing to form a coalition of brothers who would only dilute the excitement.
The world is all about migration and my job at the forestry department showed me that only trees don’t move and that even kings must leave their thrones to exchange life for death.
And so, I bring you good news — if you’ll be my queen, I’ll share all the wealth I possess and install the connection between our hearts permanently.
