something crawling on my leg
but i can't, can't see what is it
i turn on lights overhead, none
i can see movements; my skin
i probably got tired of sitting
so taken, so focus enjoying
i reach to massage to ease
feels good i need more of this
it's like magic i started writing
as well as listening to music
i thought bout you maybe asleep
when you wake-up hope you read
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