A Walk

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everything is poetic
and i like being alone

under trees with bodies dark
the buildings i know better in daytime
but love more in night's cold grasp

here i miss places i have never been
people i only visit in dreams
here i wish my body were a boat
and the world a huge sea

so i could sail away
as they do in children's books
and when i came home

my dinner would still be hot

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