It aches in me after thee, I bite my thumb to keep me calm,
reminding me my body may be mistaken, mastered by its
animal nature; you said you wanted to make me happy and
instant I thought “what’ll I then write about?” and you asked
for my heart and got it and you grab it with such passion I
simply gets terrified; oh God listen to me, surely I wanted to
be loved, but you have beyond measure fulfilled my wishes!



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