Sanguine

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Blood spills from a single vein

I wait for repose, but it's without refrain

Hands grow cold

I become bold

I wish to know what I was never told

I discover something

With which to touch

Helping me deal with the ceaseless rush

But when I expectedly pushed away

I'm left wondering if I'll feel warm today

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