A romantic portrait.
From town to town,
and life to life,
you walk or run,
or simply drift.
You fly with artificial wings,
made from the hearts you’ve broken.
From door to door,
from soul to soul,
your trip is pleasant,
nothing more.
Without a care,
you’re without home.
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