Seventy Three

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You are everything I
Need,
Everything I have ever
Wanted.
You are the blood in my
Veins,
The breath in my
Lungs,
The conscious in my
Mind,
The tears in my
Eyes,
The beat of my
Heart.
Yet you are so wrong
For me.
You are the end all
To begin all
And I wouldn't have it
Any other way.

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