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You love the sky, coffee, and snow
Of all these things, I am only the sky
You love your race, your endless show
Your truth, and the beautiful lie.
My beautiful lie is also right here,
But my truth is not of your sovereign realm.
Mine is just a fishing net, simple and near,
Slightly brighter than blue office stamps at the helm.
If we ever collide, let it be in the wild,
Far from the rules and the judgment of men.
You love the sky, coffee, and snow, my child
While I wait for the morning to happen again.