My last hope would be for to you to come along and squeeze me in your arms.

Give me the look. Yeah, that look.

I still got it babe. And I still miss it.

It’s been two hours almost.

It’s been days since you had the look.

It’s been weeks since I’ve been sleeping in your bed.

I need an antidote. If not, then a poison to kill it all.

A word.

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