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Touch Starved

Touch starved

polluting and rotting,

you're stuck in my head,

all I dream and do is surrounded by you,

I cannot sleep I cannot eat,

I wish for you to love me,

it feels true yet I'm scared of you,

scared of what you could do,

you can manipulate me or sedate me,

I would love it either way because I know it's a touch from you.

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