here, now
I want to tell you a story
about kindness and bravery.
Laying on the grass with you
and counting the limbs of trees,
you act shocked
when I tell you that I feel incomplete.
You move like the sun.
I forgot how to tell when it's raining. Sometimes I wish I was real.
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