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I Don't Always Name My Poems

I thought I was finally over this,
this feeling,
this aching in my bones,
calling out
       touch me, touch me, touch me
 
I’m too proud to ever admit this to you,
but I’d beg
—on my hands and knees—
I’d plead with you
to just
         love me, love me, love me
 
I’m addicted to you.
Like heroin, my heart pumps you through my veins.
 
The high that you give me is indescribable.

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