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Morning time.

Sitting wide asleep.

Pounding on the keys.

Pounding on my inside.

Thinking about my skin.

It misses your hands.

The air is cold.

I shiver.

My skin is cold.

It misses the warmth of yours.

Pounding keys.

Trying to send a signal to you.

A signal from my heart.

Fingertips bruised.

Heart bruised.

Will you answer?

Salty kisses replaced your kisses.

Cold mornings replaced our mornings

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