City Lights
I met you in a city
called Strange Land,
for some Hopeland.
They say dreams were
made here,
under the streaks of
Radio City,
on an Island where
you’d find yourself
a lifetime supply of
Coney dogs,
where Alice continues
to search for her Wonderland
this is where I met you
in your homeland,
where you deftly stole
my view of everything
but you.
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