Citrus? That lemony scent
Of tropical isles.
While your life slips away
In alphabetical files
Sandalwood drifts in a
South Asian breeze
The weekends you spend
Raking up autumn leaves
Music in cellars pounds
Sweat off the dancers
And all you can do is
Watch tawdry romances
Lime dust of old ruins
Cakes the skin of the scholar
And you struggle daily
For a future in dollars
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