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Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Fireflies
it's like nine hundred
smiling around your eyes
and then they pass by
lighting up the night sky
they giggle
high up in a tree
the melody is soft now
fading as a lullaby
you only wish to somehow
be an insect of their kind
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