my heart in paris, to see the tower to see it shining to be there dancing, to hear the melody of the people,
to see the stars up above the tower,
to feel the cold breeze beneath the tower,
to be apart of the scenery,
to take picture to admire the scenery,
to be part of the scenery.
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paris, saiya. ೀ
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Tacenda
Poetry- Things left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence. ; My thoughts, my mind, my words. ° 'Feeling of the need to rant on her own book, that's sai, who freely expresses herself in her own diary when no one's around. when no one cares. - A book...
