I want to go somewhere nice
where at each other people lovingly scream
and the sky cries an abundant flow of ice
as lights pierce through every seam
I want to go somewhere far
where men in suits build concrete castles
and teenagers protest and strum their guitars
as thousands come still holding their tassels
I want to go somewhere soon
where flights are endless and always late
and I'll land at the terminal in the afternoon
as she stands outside with shaky hands and says...
















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