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When does a word mean so much,
A wait for your caring flows of touch,
When I shivered with breath filtered between teeth,
It adventures to reveal what was underneath,
Stretches of skin showing pulses faster beat,
The swelling beads of sweat gather in the heat,
It hurts too much now thinking this way,
As now made comfortable to never go away,
Patterns of you stuck in my skin,
A hope now among the dry hair so thin,
I only want you here with me and never go back,
That nurses station I saw after the heart attack.