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Feb 2020
This rain has met its match in me
Such short ends becoming nothing

Bursting I am lonely at all
Not a heartthrob

But tall as Pine and less of Willow

It’s just a breeze

I ache when you’re not here
“Honestly, the only thing that gives me comfort you guys. Is while I’m sitting at home, staring at the ceiling just wishing that I had someone to talk to. Is knowing that none of you idiots realize how lucky you are.”

Not really a personal verse. I just really like the tune and wanted to embody it in verse.

https://youtu.be/sahlA0XWF5w
Colm
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