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Some cherish the sun.

 Others cherish the moon.

But there's also the clouds,

Which suppresses them both.

Love isn't moon,

Nor the sun.

When it comes,

All possible Logics die.

The warmth you feel

When holding a cup of tea,

The sharp gaze that even chills

the back of your knee.

A part that makes you full,

A thought that makes you shy .

Why it seems so dear,

You'll never be able to

Grasp the string of

understanding swaying under

the clouds.

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-_July 1st, 2020