Palomar was where I wanted to go,
where I wanted to end my evenings,
among the Coconut leaves,
and the pink champagne,
and the pearls you couldn't bite through with your teeth,
they would make us big steaks,
and they would line our pockets with gold dust,
and they would hide our dance cards in favor of spontaneity,
and we wouldn't have to think about missing each other,
because we would stay there all the rest of our nights,
together,
and you would rest in fur and mint satin alongside me,
and my peachy divides,
and we would be happy,
because we would not have to worry about tomorrows
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