You face me like an Atlas, broad and far in scope, distance, I can
surely travel there. Sometime. Sometime soon? I'm seeing Hungary in
your eyes now. And the baths of Budapest. Water baby, come with me.
Lets go to one of the Poles. Or Poland? We can live an underground
life in the kracks of... Moldova, up the river, down the path, of
your nose. I know we will eventually. See eachother there. at the mouth.
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