I never knew how cold i was,
until i felt your grasp,
please tell me one more thing,
before i let this last
I don't quite trust you,
in the least,
but the truth i do plead,
when my eyes,
begin,
to touch your gaze,
i often feel the need,
to be near you,
in the most,
innocent sense,
your eyes search for something more.
In this uneasiness,
i do believe,
i have what you're
looking for.
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