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It gets cold in here

Without the warmth

Of your body flowing

Ceaselessly, into me dear

 

I am barely alive

Every breath a struggle

Every thought

To conjure, I strive

 

There are people, in scores

Surrounding me

Yet for survival, I need

You, and I shall ask for no more.

 

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