Amsterdam, I never lived properly inside your unusual streets. I was addicted to your rose gardens, narrow houses, and your daring snake canals.
Lovers rested on your benches smoking weed and arguing about dream carnivals.
Your artists visioned uncontaminated tones for your pale and cruel face.
Your tourists must conceive your romantic reveries.
Amsterdam, you stole my girlfriend from her soft couch and drowned her in your delicate streams.
You taught her how to visualize. You showed her the secret passages and the gates of liberation.

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