a handshake of stars rockets through my lungs

stay true to the visions that
can change your life stay true
to godless puddles if not for
marauding sunlight through
this brain if not for bean
stalks of desire I never would have
grown this mustache of doom

without a bathing suit
in the arms of stars

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