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When you touch my body, it's electric,

I'm falling down, I'm feeling sea sick.

The light of my days has become you,

While the blood under my skin bleeds through.

Without your touch the world feels cold,

Inside my mind, the thoughts will fold,

Into each other until they transform to dust,

I wait for you to awake at dusk,

And return to me with all your love,

For without it I waste away to the above.