Monday, May 9

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I feel your touch every night,
Cold as it may be,
It feels warm to me.
It hurts and i fall
I stumble and crawl back to you.
You have no heart,
You will never love.
With one frozen touch,
I take so much in.
With one cold day,
I sit and pray,
That you are true and that I love you.


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