If I had My Way

If I had my way I’d live somewhere between Bastille and West Egg with Daisy and Marat
our house would be under a constant layer of mist and we’d eat raspberries with gin
occasionally we would break into dance listening to alan belt “if you kiss me, if we touch…”
our headbands would be made of fur and fit like crowns, we act like little girls at a ball … tamales are served on Sundays

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