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Nov 2021
This tiny world
I own
I tread this
Lonely stone

The moment you left
The room turned blue
My mask came off
Your words spoke true

If we didn’t
Meet that day
There wouldn’t be
Much more to say

For every hour
I spent longing
Your face
Is slowly going

Why am I here
While you’re
Way over there

I hope you feel
Like how I feel
My heart is broken
Nothing is real
Written by
Andrew
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