I demanded nothing
a plain image
a plain smile
maybe a grin
if you can spare the time
I crave nothing
a blank canvas
a fake rose
your nothing will do me fine
all I need
is the simple things
the warmth of your skin
on mine
the silk of your skin
on mine
the thought that you'll
be mine
I'll be fine
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