Without them

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I'm back:)

Without the cold caress

Of a breeze

On a wet cheek,

Without the dry echo

Of silence

On a warm couch,

We couldn't kiss or laugh.

Without the tail-chasing cycle

Of clothes

In the washing machine,

Without the mounting pile

Of papers

In the deskside bin,

We couldn't train or invent things.

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