A game of twister

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When my body yearns to play twister by itself
I know that I am in for a while
My arms
Would reach out to my legs
Would reach out to my back
Would reach out to eachother
My legs
Would reach out to my arms
Would reach out to my back
Would reach out to eachother
Every
Part
Would be reaching out for something
As if looking for its home
While my mind wanders off
Right to you.

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