I want a film larger than life.
I want a boat that forever floats, it drives me the acidic shorelines. 
I want a whale the size of a bottle neck.
I want to travel far across from East.
I want cassette tapes.
I want daddy that's sweet to me and proud.
I want the smell of a downpour.
I want the spicy add on sauce, of momos.
I want my own garden. Little plants, a blossom or a tomato, I do not care.
I want a vest. Then a fur coat. Gloves, some. The night is pale with fireflies.
I want a person to think of me again and again, during blue hours and christmas. 
I want my hair blown.
I want wars to end.
I want to glide across the surface of Earth.
I want, I want, I want. 


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Thank you for reading this lousy poem; scribbled by yours truly. If you're still around and splendour, help yourself to my books. I highly recommend Eli's Intimacy Concepts or The Paperplane. Best works.

For some laughs and giggles, I would read yours.