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Vegas

Fountains find my wishes,

sending them to bright stars,

that feud with the lights of the skyline.

You are pouring me juice,

as I watch palm trees dancing to the wind’s melody,

silently, you call my name,

pointing at the sweet spot on your knee,

that I call home,

and I think,

I finally learned how to be happy.

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