Its quiet movement
Brings the peace
And off I go; zip straight to
The Steppes, and The Tundra
Breeze by the neon-lights
Of good old Amsterdam
One more footstep
To the key locked door
Wherein lies
The bathroom with a view
Warmed so thoroughly through
In luxurious bubbles
Laying back
To take it all in
As the sleep
Who, with her quiet movements
Slips in
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