My heart drenched in wine
Alcohol in my mind
Cigarette burns in my lungs
Drug specks in my veins

*Your wings against my chest
We are such a beautiful mess
My lips brush on your skin
Your scent enters deep within

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One day these bricks and buildings were meadows
These fields the processions of spring garden

One day on these meadows used to play the cowboy’s melancholy flute  
These fields the playground of the furious grasshoppers

These bricks were rivers
These buildings processions of water

In these rivers the moon's dispersion played on the uprising waves,
How softly the sailor sang his lonely song, disappearing within the shadows!

Travelers,
Have I told you a fairy tale?

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