Small under the buildings which are small under the sky
Sunshine through leaves and birds in the wind
Faint outlines of flowers patterning my arms
where Meg drew sleeves I couldn't wash off.
Watching Corgies, cyclists,
coffee-drinkers and queers
Reading of fairy horse tails and bars in Seoul
A summer up north in perpetual day
He planted tattooed arms and dreams of Shanghai
With intelligent eyes, a depth of the world
Smooth jazz saxophones and Mexican food.
I get lost in the dream one more time
One more Sunday to run away from the world.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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