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Shining Things

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I am not a magpie,

But when I see the light,

Glinting off something in the distance,

I don’t walk,

I run.

Shining things have an allure,

Not of their own,

But because they point to the light,

You see,

I am not interested in the things that reflect,

I am interested in the source.

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