The stars that aren’t there
map a nightly journey
along the water’s edge
to a path through overgrown bush
where I can lie down
on a conjured bench
and watch the leaves fall
The stars that aren’t there
map a nightly journey
along the water’s edge
to a path through overgrown bush
where I can lie down
on a conjured bench
and watch the leaves fall
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