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stars come by one by one

marching into polished pigment

as the drum roll in the distance thickens,

applauded by lightning.

the moist philosophy of her lips

enlightens even the strangest of strangers

and without knowing love,

becomes the traveler of wisdom…

spinning where the eyes can’t reach

…we become lost in the shooting star

parade

two quiet souls

on the verge of colliding