Stealing stars out of electrical sockets;
they sting, so I slip them into my pocket.
I'll snack on them later, when it turns dark:
tongues tend to be tamer when dancing with sparks.
And I'll just swallow and smile
I'll just swallow and smile
Just swallow and smile
Swallow and smile
and smile.
Smile,
~M
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