Eight Lines
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Daniel Brick
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When we named each other,
language played its essential role:
to identify the beloved (Oh, what splendor!) ,
and then fall into a protective silence.
When we named each other,
every thing else fell into place,
settled into its comfortable niche,
except for our restless, love-mad selves.
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