Greedy grasping nails cutting deep and never to let go.
The need is strong, for your smell, your skin to adore.
Your eyes I keep looking for, in every corner of this world.
This need is burning so deep I wonder if I’ll wake dust on the floor.
Please, come and fix it with handy tools of love.
The big house, under the tree and around, is yellow and green like the sun in a pea.
There’s a garden with flowers and teas, chairs up the trees and a huge bumblebee.
Its name is Arold and flies in the sea, catching dragons and turtles to feed.
Every moon has a shadow to conceal a big house and a huge bumblebee.
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