Imagine Tokyo's tinder of a bygone era
Where a little bit of sold love brought you
Into a street of gold, where breath meets life
For just a brief smile, behind made up love,
Love, war love, fucked love, fucking crazy bouts of unloved love, ringed love, all means to an end,
all ends in streets of lost gold; or not
We will go and make love to childhood dreams
of eternal love, princesses and of thousands of sparkling diamonds
In powdered islands of snow
Rainbow dances of the dangling DVDs
Tiny tribues to moments that have been in the sun
And now obsolete,
splashes of random prism colors
On your balcony, an entire life time of mine
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