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Infinite Crises


  Thursday, February 21, 2002
Is the sun in her hair rising or setting?
Which way is east from her smile?
Her eyes must be north,
For they draw me like magnets.
In their depths I could be easily lost.
So why could they not be the opposite pole?
Ah, but so much more than her eyes does she use
To drive my thoughts straight to the south.
But east or west?
Which way is the sun?
In the warmth of her kiss, her touch, and her sigh.
But then I suppose I've known all along,
For us both, it is but the dawn.
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