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The undying, unquenchable desire to say what I mean.

You grabbed me so hard your fingers
left hot red marks like claws
And it hurt enough to bring
salted tears to my eyes
but also enough to remind me
of your strength, your power
those arms
And it hurt a little,
there are marks, you know, to show.
But if felt better than anything
I have ever felt.