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your touch,

it leave a trace of warmth,

everywhere you touch.

it was like my skin was burning,

even at the slightest skinship.

your cuddles,

at colds night,

they're the most important thing.

it gave me heat, warmth,

than the heater nor comforter could.

but now,

they were no longer exist.

cold nights remain cold.

as if the heater broke down.

I missed it so much.

your touch,

your warm touch.

I would do anything to feel them again,

but i'm no dumb.

those heat burned me once,

and twice isn't going to happen.

"don't play with fire,

if you don't want to get burned,"

is what my sister once told me.

- yein ♡

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