Cure my fever if you can
It is not physical
My ailment lies deep inside
My pithy chordal sacks
I am cold
Not feverish, please
Just empty under
The heat of the sun
Love is lost forever
Or so it seems
Jilted again and pained
What more enjoys?
Hold me then
Remove my shirt
it's so hot
But I really am cold.
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