in my
heart
for paris
the yearning that comes
every time
i am
unsure
about the future.
the sky is blue.
the grass is green.
and paris is there if i need it.
19 January 2009
nights like now
in my
heart
for paris
the yearning that comes
every time
i am
unsure
about the future.
the sky is blue.
the grass is green.
and paris is there if i need it.
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your words give me shivers. good shivers though. . . ne savoir que dire . . .c'est magique
I know exactly how you feel.
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