Make me sigh, make me cry, make me high.
Let me feel, rip me.
I want this distance crossed.
I long for your touch, for your smile.
Time is such a nuisance,
distance, time's comrade.
They hinder, they suffocate,
they make me wreak with havoc.
I despair this hollowness.
Cut the line, let us entwine.
This darkness will not abide,
shine unto me, show me you,
touch me, caress me.
When you are here, then I may be still, then I may feel.
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