Ending a Poem

Where I end my lines
Isn’t pretty.

Like throwing baseballs
At gongs.

Just don’t ask
The details.

How I end my lines
Walks for miles.

And if you knew
As neither of us do.

The moon is just the metal wings
Of a paper cloud.

In light of this
I end my lines.

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