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Who Am I?
I like how you dance around the trees,
Gently slow down to cause a breeze.
I like how clearer you are under park lights,
Each part of you passing out of sight.
I like the cleansed smell you leave in the air,
Removing the weight I could no longer bare.
I like when you are out, no one is near,
They hide from you 'til skies are clear.
I like when you brush yourself against my cheek,
Never noticing you're the reason my health is weak.
