In the air, the Earth, the sky, even the space. You can't see me from where you are. Oh, no, you can't. I'm just a fleck of shame to the world. I'm the bit of sand in your eye that no man can take out. I'm the one quark that didn't fit the rule and broke your heart. I'm the wet spot in your gun that had you knocked out. But, dear boy, how I loved you so. We loved so much, you and me and the world, and no one was there with us, near us, on us. When you drank tea, you would wipe your lips and shush. Shush, shush, shush, how did I lose it? Your lips are so chapped now and you don't drink no more tea. I lay on my back, on your side, and saw the clouds moan for us. I still don't think you knew I was there. Tips of your hair touched my neck; thanks for that, I liked it a lot. Grass was not green where we were, nor did it hurt my wrists. I spoke in prose to you.
Monosyllabic words?
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