Same loves, difference in manner,
and I dig my claws, yet muddy,
the swill is least of the matter
for thou is the source of my glee;
Same loves, and still mine is more though,
or thine tantamount in person,
or brimming as we are a-flow,
soughing northerlies in unison;
Same loves, so one being us two;
us with everyone, celebrate;
posies whose selves let grew
and junctioned whilst them celibate;
For same loves are also distinct,
disparities kindred and linked.
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