A dark-haired girl and a dragon tattoo,
we glide through streets
of food aroma and laughter,
gang violence in back alleys of blood,
the ever charming sense of ephemeral life
and how one day we'll close our eyes to a pleasant death.
For awhile, let's dream of flowers
and boulevards of rain,
let's secretly kiss by dilapidated government buildings
where stray dogs congregate for meditation and love,
let's speak simply of our defeats without irony or bitterness.
I like the way you walk in the evening mist
like every time piece in the city is frozen on a date and a time
more meaningful and elegant than this.
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