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I am a song.
Some prefer something different than me.
Others empathize with my tune.
I make some people feel sad.
I make others feel happy.
Some hear what I have to say, but quickly change the station.
Others, listen to me over and over and say I never get old.
Some people just play me.
Others decide to join me, and sing along.
I am a song.
I don't know where
        I'm going
    or quite exactly
            where I want to be.

             I just know that
my feet keep moving,
                  my heart keeps beating,
      and there's nothing
              standing
            in my way.
I nurtured you into wellness and love
I feel as if I was the only one who got their hands *****
When she takes the fruit from your garden
She will ******* tears that watered his grounds
She will ******* happiness that radiated across his fields
She will taste the sweetness of my fruit and it will taste of my all the I love yous we shared
-C.M
The taste of you in the back of my throat at 3 in the morning
It's been months but I can still feel the heaviness of your fingers
Your voice is a melody that I reply in my head until I feel sick
I miss the right side of the bed
I miss the long conversations about the universe
I miss the brightness in your eyes when you'd see a car you liked
I even miss your loud laugh in the middle of the movie theater
But it's 3 in the morning
And you lay in your bed thinking of her
-C.M.

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