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,



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