I need to fool you,
A bikini of sand washed ashore on a tongue of stars, betting against height on a swing set of sky,

This is no different though it looks the same,
I know I know, it’s not the same,

Someday I’ll shake hands with butterflies like sideburns on the dark side of the sun

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