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I THINK THE SUN LIKES ME

Driving down the wide motorway,
The gorgeous light stared right at me,
Refusing to look away.

I tried to hide, shielding my face,
But it followed on,
Blinding me with its brilliance,
Filling the sky with its shining.

I took a quick breath,
Basking in its glow.
Allured by the warmth that filled my heart.

With every twist and turn,
It followed me still.
Though I couldn't look back,
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