you sleep naked in paris
and you wake up and you dream
within a dream
and suddenly you dont want to sleep
you want to live

you sleep naked in paris
because you feel comfortable enough to do so
like art in your body belongs to art in this place
like you dont remember how it starts or when it ends

you sleep naked in paris
embezzled and dazed within a dream
but never confused
always so damn sure 
that even if you dont have to do so
you sleep naked in paris
and at peace

to keep on believing that good things can happen.

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