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A hot room
Your cool touch
Makes my vision blur
And cheeks blush.
We kiss
Sparks fly
And I can’t breathe
It makes me want you to
Crash into me.
I tell you I love you
And get no reply
As you get up
Leave
And I start to cry.
I die
Inside
Waiting for you.
A cold room
A ghost’s touch
Darkness everlasting
And my cheeks,
Flushed.



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