see me
invisible
hear me
silent
touch me
cold
my taste and
smell are bland
hold me
hold my hand
warm me up
wreck the cold
listen to me
let's grow old
see me
next to you
see us
our food's delicious
our touch melts ice
our room smells like
lavender and love
we can see everything
clearly now
see us
see us together
on a porch swing
forever
talking
swinging
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