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Cast me in like a spell or a wish
Hold my palm, touch my finger tips
The touch you gave oh the touch you gave
I live like the words you say to me
When the words seem dull might need a picker up
If the contracts null will my blood still pump
I breathe for you, then out like a rush
I need you here, you can tell me hush

I am the leech of warmth erupt
From the body core to the surface up
To the bumps on your skin that I touch
Till your lips give sound, like the sound of luck
I try to grasp you reel yourself in
Like I caught my prey, my prize
My sins wash off in the waves, and land on the shore
My burning drug