I went to the kingdom
To gather a sip of water
The servant said, ‘Do not forget me
I tend this land
The gardens are my tears
Your fruit my rejoice
The roots my rage digging deep in passion
Quelled by rains of my heart.
Do not forget me
I am this ground.’

I whispered back through sated lips
Dear servant I could never forget you
I am your shadow

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