[day 5] Outplaced

[Ask me, now five places I want to visit.]

I will tell you in five different prose, and you must read them.

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One: rooms full books,
fantasies hug all fair trades
a diction seeker.

Two: a random biker and hitchhiker,
meet a displaced confused tale-walker,
they finally walked together,
on the top of a snowy mountain with fleeting laughter.

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Three: move to the road of trains,
of busses and bikers, and —
pedestrians of happiness,
of the fresh air in the morning to late night, of —
course on a calm sunrise o’ nationality,
where being comfortable with myself is never the one to be alienated.

Four: a loud and far from the south of a twenty-five hours per rotation.
no lie. no lies. click-clack. no fear.
where I dress on my flowy dresses and being safe — 
above the roads and cities that knows no meaning of slack love life:
where the eye peekers are getting stabbed on their eyes, and I am walking with my radiant light with no blames.

And —

Five:
they say it is warm.
how the wind breezes so calm,
to deeply immerse with our Animal Farm,
show the betty rizz and archaic charms,
on the slow ride on the farm,
without panic alarm.
and this is how they name it,
worshipfully, sincerely: home.

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Sincerely,

R/H+