97. Need.

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My eyes needs to see you when I wake up,
my bruises need your healings,
my cold thoughts need your warmth,
my body needs your touch,
my lips needs your warm peck,
my hands needs your hands to hold,
my fingertips needs your small curly hair to play with.
I need you so bad
but my bad,
you don't need me,
oh baby

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