and write it down.
turn it into
paper crown.
place this poem
on your eyes,
may be once
you'll be surprised.
and the wish
will come to be
if you won't
abandon me.
may be we
could walk together
get some coffee,
discuss the weather,
look at people,
tell their stories,
sort them into
categories.
dream in films,
and speak in riddles,
fuck a lot
and sleep a little.
may be we
could live in cities
which are green,
and clean and pretty.
make a wish
and write it down,
and wear it like
you'd wear a crown.
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