When despair starts running homeward,
Do not worry.
I will be at your side. With sweet cow dung taste.
I will take care of you for a night,
will take you for a ride.
When the city sleeps together we will have neon colored dreams,
Or white.
Do not worry dear, the moment you put me to your lips,
I will burn for you. Like an incense stick giving peace to a yogi.
Nothing would touch you other than your beautiful hands.
Faliure would be the new rejoice.
I will be there.
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