An Ode to Tot

In many ways I’d touch you, sweet.
My fingers and your soft skin will meet
As your heartbeat will race more and more…
It will curse your clothes to the floor…

Hurt yourself when i’m away,
Know your pain won’t go away
Curse your body, and curse that heart,
Hurt yourself for being apart.

Nothing more to say.

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