too much sand for a scorpion

too many stings for a bee

so this is how it feels

ring upon ring upon ring of me

do not mind the ghostly words

they cannot not travel far

you hold the sun in your hand

and birds kiss-kiss your star

the waves are on their way to you,

know, not of me instead

i don't know what that even means

but you burn inside my head

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