I like to dream of you
Waking up sweating like I do,
Mouth dry and heart raw,
Pleading like a magnet for
All the iron in your blood,
Sliding like a tide,
Only few hundred miles
To make up for the lack of mine.
I'm anemic in my dreams,
And you are finally ready to rescue me.
Despite the blinding headlights and blinding fevers,
You can drive as fast as you want if all the roads lead here.
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