where buildings look like palm trees,
and houses look like boats,
where the air, it's water
and the asphalt feels like san.
Where the cold breeze smells
like the ocean.
Heartless people,
that look like fishes,
little kids,
like mermaids.
The cloudy sky,
has just turned into a sunset
and your eyes,
are the only light in the city.
Your eyes,
are the sun,
my sun.
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