oh to be loved
when we kiss I can feel the flames of her affection, like dogs lapping up water, but I crave no extinguish, as the warmth permeates an ice within, the feeling of butterflies rising from their thawed cocoons floating up and away, when she's away that's when I feel that pain in my side, it's only then I remember im missing a rib.
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