on a cold desolate day like today
when it's so easy to spill
i could just sit next to you
grab you by your shoulders
and having channeled your attention with my grip?
empty all my feelings onto your frame
i'm dying to feel warmth
human contact is my urge
let me not be forgotten please
gimme some stir
chip on my quirks
etch me a memory
strike me like lightning
just fucking wake me
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