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Love exists in the Sahara desert, in its sky where
you can see the unseen and know the unknown.
And at night, when the stars are infinite, blinking candles lit, scattered
across the universe's eye - staring out, staring in, countless, counting
is impossible, as the sky bends open, opened, opening
like the human heart too wide to fit all this life living
inside, outside, beyond here and there are shooting stars that
utter and call, wishing on us lovers, saying,
Fall.