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I have the moon in my tummy and the stars in my eyes.
Got the breasts of the mountains, got the seas' thickened thighs.
Got every day in history
and days before that too.
Got a multitude of playmates
but all I want is you.
I have the fevered dreams of artists
I have where-ever it is your heart is.
Got everything to satiate my ever-growing greed.
But you and I both know, I ain’t got what I need.
I have all the wishes in index files.
I have children’s laughter and babies smiles.
Got everything. You know it's true.
Everything
Excepting You!
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