There is an aching in my bones
To reach across the waters
Hold the foreign hand
Share one warm moment
But time and choices made
Have you lost all hope in me
Sitting with strangers/friends
The other side of the room/world
I have made my bed of nails
And now I, in shudders, lie
Because you always saw the best in me
Without you, I pull on steel blankets
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