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founding

The Sun, again

He comes to me over and over

Pulled by his gravity

I’m always looking

He comes to me over and over

Like the beloved hiding in every corner

I’m always looking

Never alone

Like the beloved hiding in every corner

His warmth over my body

Never alone

Moves me to tears

His warmth over my body

Inevitable gravity

Moves me to tears

The Sun, again

- Also inspired by your other entry, about images that claim us… for me it is always the Sun

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