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AT WESTOVER
March 30, 2020
I'm aware of breathing.
Feeling moody without being glum.
As a breeze blows in
bringing thoughts of the way you laughed.
Then to the time I was flip.
Oh, must I sit here forever heavy and alone.
Nothing to make me want to reach out and be good.
Not knowing why you don't try-
Are you shy-
I'll understand.
Nothing matters except getting you
We can live in reality
All life won't be like last night.
Come make me feel alive again.
Maybe I'm too much of you for just one night
Maybe you think that just a first letter
Is not enough for anything.
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