From Paris

To wake up on the other side of the ocean

An atlas colored in nudes only remembered from dreams

All the streets run together until they turn into trees

Shapes of hedges pressed in mind

Embellished windows teasing

Recognizing a time to submit

Spending days walking until they turn into weeks

A city covered in both remnants and beginnings

A seduction to linger

As we watch the sunset settled into the river you want to be near

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