i
dream
to
travel in a cowards comfort
and
drink bitter coffees
in
the
cafes of the world
to
smell the new fumes
of
the similar hatchbacks
in
its revolution squares
where
feral birds fight innocent fries
and
historys shadow is cast improbable
on
old
stones
smoking
always
smoking
al fresco like the rain
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