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Salty tears freefall the slopes of your cheeks colliding into the palms of my hand I’ll be your lake only collecting water of your brand when you lack imagination which leads to frustration I’ll go pick a bouquet flowers and grass for you to use as motivation when question marks halo the horizon of your hair I’m no scientist but I’ll snatch imaginary answers from this fiddly air when days are dim and storms follow your life my skin is dark but I’ll be your sunlight when your appetite and hunger needs to be filled I could use microwave and George Forman grill When I run out of rhymes to rhyme and my poetry bad You become that ingredient to add When I haven’t got a clue My answer becomes you