slothisily sky sweeping my face i peered through the cracks in the night and felt a drop of wet upon my forehead i could hear your voice escaping it reached me like a whisper and the moon is a beacon keeping me close to you the day is starting the day is coming and roaming the desert the forest the swamp the rolling hills like clouds shimmering in the distance i don't have to know i don't have to think you are my favorite the land the sky the water is my favorite 040821
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