Pull Me


Is this even real?
Or have I simply gone mad.

The hunger from a brisk warmth,
A silent closeness.
All would be forgotten.

Take another hit,
Silence another screeching thought,
Let the cooling air envelope me.

Pull me along, one more time.

Let me feel your safety;
your love.

Then throw me back down.
Pull me.
One.
Last.
Time.

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