Feeling o feeling..
Wherefore art thou so smooth?
Smooth…
So smooth….
But wherefore art thou so fierce when disturbed??
Alas, thou engulf faint souls!
Eat them up,
Get them into pieces….
So I’m trying hard…
To escape from thy grip, smooth criminal….
For thou might seem innocent…..
But thou might make me sigh,
Make me cry,
Might embrace me tight,
And burn me till I die……..
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