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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