Tête-à-tête

I am like a bunch of roses squirting in a hot desert. I poison you with my beautfull moan, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our desires. I can't stop moaning... I am a tiger. My attention is different. I walk lightly, man. I walk lightly upon the earth. I know the truth: I am a warrior... likely to love the universe as I love you deeply but not widely. But it's not sad. It's triumphant. It's heroic. Isn't that the real heroism? The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

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