The New Mr. You

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The New Mr. You

I live for you.... If i die... My oxygen, shall be the very air to cause you to breathe deeply.
I smile for you.... If i cry.... My frown shall give you happiness and make peace in your heart.
I take risks and challenge time and jump for you. And as u stand... My life falls. My life merge into yours.. And i jump. I am now the new... Mr. You...

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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