all i want is to explore
the city which I know best
get lost inside the fair dream
i am honoured to be the guest
the curves are hills, made
from velvet skin upon your chest
foundations are concealed
even though you are undressed
just like how i used to gaze
at night in awe at the moon's crest
i like to watch your city sleep
whilst the mind goes to rest
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How to Disappear.
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