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TRUE PARADISE IS PERHAPS ONLY OF IMAGINATION AND MEMORY

Salt sea

Flesh brown hair

Remember

Surrender

City

Beach

Distant reach

Long looks

Cool winds

Tattoo skin

Wave rythms

Drums roll

Ibiza stroll

Spin it up

Roll it down

Turn it

Round and round

Oceans run together

For a short while

Smiles collide

Into burned lips

On a dry mile

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