Because he's like warmth; he comforts me. he knows me when I need, he knows my wants, it feels comfortable with him, almost too comfortable- that I take for granted. He knows what I'm thinking and how I'm feeling precisely at each moment. I'm tamed by him. It should follow that I belong, but I escape. Perhaps he isn't such a great ringmaster, but he knows me. He should know where to find me. So is this correct? Am I betraying? Am I betrayed? Who am I? What am I?
One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed...
One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed...
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