I picked up the map
and pointed to the most beautiful places in the world
and asked you,
"Where do you want to go? "
But then you turn me in your arms,
and look closely to tell
what you wanted to all the time :
"Why bother ? I want to be with you."
"Why? "
"Cause you are my atlas."
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Random Thoughts In My Random Head
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