everywhere and nowhere at all

if your soul is like glass:

beautifully cut pieces of creativity,

radiating light into a million different colors

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then my soul is like sand:

worn down fragments of brilliance,

scattered aimlessly across the oceans

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find me in Milan

or find me in Dubai

or maybe in the sky

of hazy Shanghai

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no matter

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my heart will only be held

on the tails of the salt-kissed wind

and my soul, only by those

willing to dance with forever

or the devil,

either will do

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for I will not stay,

nor will I go

because my soul

is everywhere and nowhere at all

and I belong to the world

as the world belongs to me too