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And If You Read This
it's not poetry, more like a post love letter,
we're okay, maybe believe this will never get better,
i surely don't know,
reminds me of something mom said many years ago:
away at casa, she told me we connect by seeing the same moon,
like us, only the words on this page are our moon...
i expect nothing, by no means believe this silliness to be fruitful,
but i still think of you, and if you read this how nice: the thoughts are mutual,
it's late at night, occasionally i think of what you're up to nowadays,
i chuckle, by what awkward circumstances we've found such opposite pathways...
