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Sep 2014
You are the air
Within my lungs
You are the blood
That makes my heart beat

You are the veins
That connects my very being
You are the ligaments
That cling on to every part of me

You are the sight
That my eyes give me
You are the laugh
That my mouth is able to produce

You are everything;
Every inch of my being

I hope,
Oh how I hope
That I am every inch
Of your being too
Written by
Patrice Diaz
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