Paris

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A quick poem I made when I was starving and thinking of her. I figured that I should write down something, yet again...

"My heartbeat simmers
in the spices unforetold
a dish upon the pavement
where you painted a soul
and along, a gush of wind
eternal in its heat
the aroma of a romance
embedded with ease

the moonlit starlight
underneath this pleasant evening
brings a sparkle of champaign
in an imaginary sitting
where conversations too shallow
too fond of the old
build up a conversation
a hand to reach the bold

this peasant only begs
that you may spare its mark
for your bliss in this dish
is beyond the work of art
and nothing says more
than to leave your receipt
where the price tag was free
in loving you having believed

I'm hungry, shall we now?
A journey to embark
a trip by the tower
our own Paris to depart..."

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