A poem about vicarious living…
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The words that flow from your mouth,
I hear them tell,
And I say them too.
The arms that rest beside you,
I feel them hold,
And I embrace too.
The carefree thoughts that move you,
I interpret,
And I think them too.
The wings that sprout from your side
I see them fly,
And so I go too….
Living Vicariously Through You…
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