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.
naïve haircuts 
Nice poetry!
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