Written by m ennenbach

it’s cold and i’m tired of playing

i won’t beg
unless

that’s your thing

i won’t say
i can do things
no one else ever has

to you

but you
will be hard pressed
to remember
anyone that did it

half as well

you might beg
a little
it might be something

i like

you’ll know my hands
better than

your own

that’s all i’m
trying to say

while my tongue
isn’t already

occupied

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