Pretending
That the streets of Kathmandu
And the glittery lights
Belong to some other city's midnight
The 5pm darkness
Is actually 7pm twilight
Of a warmer place
And the cold himalayan draft
Is just a gentle zephyr
Gone momentarily wild
Doesn't really make it so
You still end up in a basement
That poses as a room
That poses as a room
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