[I wish I hadn't died before I met you.]
But my body loves you so-
And sometimes,
When you're hot enough
And close enough
I feel as if I am warm myself.
You always say my hands
My feet
My nose
Are cold.
This is an old
Problem, and won't get younger
With age.
I'm feeling a little caged,
Though,
It's just so cold without you.
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