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Jan 2016
You're not in my computer,

But you are on my screen,

So if I type that I love you

You know what I mean.


You're not in my house,

But you are in my room,

So if I type that I hold you,

It's to brighten my gloom.


You're not in my garden,

But you are in my flowers,

So if I type that I watch you,

It's for hours and hours.


You're not in my radio,

But you are in my song,

So if I type that I need you,

It's because we belong.


You're not in my body,

But you are in my whole,

So if I type that I want you,

You are holding my soul.
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     Crysta Gingras
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