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ONCE I begged for you to fill me up,
"Saturate me," with your cold love, hot blood.
"Give me all the oxytocin you can afford,"
I don't mind,
I want it all. (I can't get enough.)
"Make my ears ring,"
I want it,
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍.
(Not anymore.)
