A Fix
I just want a fix to cure me,
from this loneliness that haunts,
in the middle of the night.
Not a pill; not a drink; not a hit.
Just the comfort of your arms,
and the warmth of your body.
To tangle myself with you,
that's all I'd ask for tonight.
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