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What am I then, if not yours?
by t. wagner
What is the ocean, without waves?
The mountains, without snow?
Can you describe music to me, without closing your eyes?
Could you draw a picture to show how dancing makes your body feel?
How does a sub-zero morning taste, without coffee?
Now, imagine autumn without falling leaves.
This is me, without you.
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