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Kathmandu, I have no words for you, for your beauty, your faces, your gazes, your pride, your cockiness, the glow in your eyes, mirroring highlands, your diversity, the rebel outlining history, the poem of noise, the spinning romance of dirt and dust, corny kisses, your hidden backyards, cooling clearings, a resting labyrinth in a labyrinth, wiggling through the medieval crookness.