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[badcinderella]

I want to learn to play guitar, on one with only four strings.
Heart-fluttering, eyes-beating, clumsily strumming.
I can see myself dancing nude in Paris, breasts free,
body; supple.
All night drinking-binges with some almost-famous playwrite;
languid, lethargic; laying with cigarettes dangling from our mouthes.
Candidly I'll talk with some barista about fantasys of mystic proportion,
tripping on PCP and herbal tea.
Sitting down, I'll speak with an elderly woman just to hear her dreams,
would you like a cup of coffee?
Lights streaking across the sky, ferris wheel tipping, sapid marijuana,
jeans too tight and slightly ripped, hair fussed.
Imagine the stories we could tell eachother?
Imagine the times.