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33 My Lover Is Like the Bright Sun Like the sun, awash in its own rising and setting, unmistakably radiant you are in your yellow comes and goes, your weathering hand turning the brass doorknob. You slip in and out with such honeyed ease. Your shadow leaves too, at last. stirring all night, I wonder about the family you are feeding on the other side of the world. ...

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