Dance toward me, please, as
if you were a star
with light-years piled
on top of your hair,
smiling,
and I will dance toward you
as if I were darkness
with bats piled like a hat
on top of my head.
toward me, please, as if you were a star with light-years piled on top of your hair, smiling, and I will dance toward...
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