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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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