I want you to feel
That you can give me any words
That creep into your mind
And hit me with almost any action
The spasms of impulse would suggest to you
I ask you to steal what you can't
Save me from the worlds
That we may get to find
And, shit, we can't compost the attraction
In chasms that keep me from next to you
Hold me
Stay
Each new day brings an image of you
Take me along
Don't wake me alone
The finest is the true you
The most
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