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Flushed bright red, lips open
And gasping with long, soft fingers
Gripping and pulling and then
There's bright white light behind closed
Eyelids and no sound at all.

His love consumes.

Feel like taking that step now
But give me your hands first, they're too cold
Stop shaking now
You know you're not ready to leave, so
Stop making me feel like I'm supposed to.

Reach up to that shelf now
And take down whatever you need
If you need it?
There's probably more to life than this
Give me your hands, they're too cold.

Better lock that door now
Or people might just intrude
Nothing to hear, not a thing to see now
Used to overlooking all
Got them trained oh-so-well, I know you did.

Help me bring you down now
Watch this drama play out
Right there, hold on, don't struggle so much
It's better if you don't
Because, you know - your hands are cold.