Climb and I'll....
Reach your level since you stooped to mine...
Maybe you will find less of me at the top and want more...
Your hands, your arms ... seem something I have to earn.
Precious you... now I have come and taken your days.
You don't want me here... cheeks burning red, showing none for saved face...
I want to ask but I have been so quickly reminded... its the heat and you need distance.
I just wanna be your girl... stay...
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