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A bug named Michael
What were you like
When you were alive?
What did you do
When you were breathing?
Would I have seen you?
Would I have scared you?
Would you scare me?
Would you still be here?
What would of happened
When things went differently?
When we could both breath
When did we breathe in time?
Were we ever both there
With the same air?
Were we ever both alive?
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