you know me too well
a slight movement tells you my story
shares with you my dreams
sings to you my every fear
you walk with knowledge of who i am
of what i want
of what i need
and when my sun feels the clouds
you hide behind the trees with me
joining me in my puddled water
breathing in my thickened air
you could walk in my shoes
and your step would be as mine.
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