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till i lose all form...and bake in your heat

feed me idle fodder
right from the palm of your hand
let me drink your mindís mood
let my heat be regulated by your whims
so you may bathe in the affect of your cruelty
those lite caresses leading to noís
again and again
so that i can drink you in
and plea to you with my eyes soaked in need
swim in your aloof aura
like stars around the dizzy

rake my presence like a zen garden
sweeping my desperation beneath rigid rocks
pruning me into your silent bonsai
and ensure i learn
the steadiness of suffering for you
Written by poetrician
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