Everything
with my hands and these fingers
i will reach across
any continent
through any desert
over any ocean
and i will dismiss
anything that seperates
me and you
i will paint your face with calm and tenderness
and whisper sweet nothings
while you fall asleep
as my fingers comb your hair
and i will fill your emptiness
with my presence and i will
be everything you need
because you are everything.
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