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    I think of you almost all of the time...
    and not much else the rest

    But what of that? Am I ignoring anything? What about me...?

    When I think of you, it is the same as thinking about me.

    I speak to you in and of my mind
    I sing to you when I sing my songs
    I touch you, when I touch myself
    I puzzle with you what I don't understand

    I think of you, really, all of the time
    You permeate my life and my being
    and I don't mind.

    1/22/03

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