2:37am

your touch
is as cold as ice
it awakens me
in the middle
of the night
too weak
to fight it
your fingers
send chills
to my soul
every inch of me
drowning
in this very moment
the taste
of your touch
is somewhat comforting
I hear the clock
tick
tick
tick
second by second
tick
tick
tick
is all I hear
coldness
is all I feel

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