Cities have hearts,
and when their hearts collapse,
everyone's heart collapses too.
It's a bitter pill of fate,
they survive through everything
break down with nothing.
Maybe it's just a strong weakness
made by hatred,
lack of love,
burnt society.
Cities get tired too,
and when they do,
there's nothing else
we can do.
To Paris, to Notre Dame.
15th April 2019.
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This work is not about London because of what happened on this day in Paris. I immediately thought of these words and wrote them down because it broke my heart.
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