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Warm Blooded

Warmth that is never my own;

 

Or so it feels 

 

Like it needs protecting 

 

  And I don't

 

Warmth, that is felt and loved 

 

 

    -And I love!

 

 

When I feel warmth 

 

But my own is

 

 never my own 

 

Because I'll love

 

Someone else 

 

I love,

 

Always 



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