I do not allow myself to finish these thoughts
Stuttered poorly and poured out as regret
Was it only me watching the afternoon moon that night in sweet Lorraine?
No,
I saw you there too
Unless you had left
To watch the birds
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Author:
J M (Pseudonym) (
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