Will you walk
To a far away place
Between the cocaine lines of pollution
On the crème brûlée sand,
Infinite in mass?
Will you run
Away from the wheels of change
For a friend,
For a deck of cards
That will show you the future?
Will you laugh
On a concrete floor
Of candy-coated jokes,
Languages changed
And mirrored glasses?
Will you sleep
In a sun colored house
Of music notes,
Sweat-soaked in memories?
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