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Nine shitty poems. Remembers seeing you out there
Under bright moonlight
Remembers wanting to be who
Was holding your waist so tight
Who had your eyes locked in his sights
Yeah I remember meeting you formal
A few months after fleeting moments
Not a soul was holding on to you
You were holding on to your own
With promises of a second meeting
We parted, going our own ways
That meeting never happened
It was like nothing ever happened
Until today
I saw you in my sleep
You were calling out to me
I was reaching out to you
You were falling into my arms
And here we are awake
