I feel like I am in a romantic movie,
where I foolishly follow all signs that end up to cuba,
I make this big decision in an attempt to add some unsteadiness
to everyday life.
I pay for the train tickets while i nibble a pear, like a mouse
Not like a chicken,
or a smug cat,
but like a mouse
I wonder if I would act the same in Denmark instead.
I wonder what the stars there look like.
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