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Something Else

September 7, 2009
By Anonymous

A hundred million suns
cannot compare...

The closeness of that one
cannot compare...

No, this is something else.

The fragile call of bird wings
cannot compare...

Several thousand summer flings
cannot compare...

No, this is something else.

The setting of the moon
cannot compare...

The dust that flies mid-afternoon
cannot compare...

No, this is something else.

I think I'll call it love.


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