favorite
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
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go
blather
from