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Moonshine bum

We built everything from fine rain
our parallel world by the river
of wheels in its tarry bed
around us and from us the tributaries flow

the fountain of fevers
the glistening waters sheet after sheet
sliding off my skin and yours
the sun from the streetlights

reflecting on my moonshine bum
showing Dalum how it's done

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