Hunger's Dance Daily 11
11: When you find your own sensibilities are resistant to facts,
Facts that are collected for years--you beg for blindness,
Though you see the sun is still as bright.
This blatant mockery makes the air around your heart heat.
Could the simplicity of the sun’s hot fiery dance,
to an almost endless song, burn away unrequited love?
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