Only when it's cold
Am I am shivering
Against the wind
And suddenly from the inside
The core of me
From my deepest depths
Comes
A small warming flame
Which wants to grow
And I fight it
Until I realize I need it
Want it
To flow through me
To fill me
Because
It is you
And then I will think of you
Leonard Nimoy's (MR. SPOCK)
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