Creepy crawly horrid feelings
Cumulate inside of me.
Tense and clammy air revealing:
That curse shot up again with glee.
Sweaty pearls on forehead glisten,
Limbs and brain so dead and cold.
No more words - why would you listen
To anything you were not told.
Still my heart beats mad as stampede,
Not a clear thought left to think.
If that is love - tuck it in concrete,
Those hormones push me off the brink.
If only if... - If only I...
Would have a hint, a sign to catch,
A sigh, a look, a word, a song...
You could be in for perfect match.
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