In Another Life Maybe - Poem

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If the mutual love of goofy was enough.

In another life maybe.

If the voices, we put on could make us laugh.

In another life maybe.

If the games we played could persist.

In another life maybe.

If I didn’t close the doors or barricade the windows.

From you and feelings that grew.

I wasn’t the snake in the grass.

I was a pawn to a personality.

Well.

In another life maybe.

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