and everything blinks

like christmas lights

.

i want to get up and dance!

and shout to this city,

\i love you! i can't

wait to meet you!

one minute and i'll

be yours! let's get

coffee!

(and other nonsensicalities)

.

everything square and the

streets are strung

in even,

(or)

the lights cascade and

blur outside the

picture frame of

you constructed in

my head

.

but now is not for thinking

of you,

you.re not in my head

you are retrospect.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

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did i mention, i love traveling?


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