There's never enough time in the morning
The suitcases go on for days
Deep sweet sleep dreaming
of pink hair and cold feet
Berlin sunrise
shivering, coat's too cold
Seattle sunset
an existential freeway crisis
Reaching folded paper
halfway across the world
Cry dying butterflies
winter wind dry snow
Soft hush quiet rush
Paris underground
clatter chatter my pastry
clenched in pearly teeth
drenched in wine-sauced meats
Kiss! Kiss!
Double cheeks
Oh Lord --
these suitcases go on for weeks
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