Tag: mystery
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The Trouble with Wanting
The trouble with wanting is I want you but you are a mystery beyond my comprehending, summons of sweet-scented blooms the bumblebee may never see nor taste. Blindly I follow after crumbs thoughtless cast upon the ground before me poor proxies they are for that in which my soul takes delights- and so I blunder on,…
Deeper in me than I 