Faces Of The City

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The city seemed cold
    It just had nothing to offer
    But as the city grew old
    It got a little bit better 
    If I had been told
    A year ago that I'd love her 
    I would have laughed
    I would've said something bitter
    But the city now holds 
    A little bit of my heart and soul
    
    ____
    
    This is an experimental daily poetry exercice. To remind all of us that every single day comes with its dose of feelings. Even one sentence can be enough to remind ourselves we have a heart, and so does everyone else.
    So every day I will share a few words about a face that I encountered in the cold city of Paris. I will let this book be an eternal tribune to those faces I will never see again, yet I don't want to forget.All Rights Reserved

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The city seemed cold
    It just had nothing to offer
    But as the city grew old
    It got a little bit better 
    If I had been told
    A year ago that I'd love her 
    I would have laughed
    I would've said something bitter
    But the city now holds 
    A little bit of my heart and soul
    
    ____
    
    This is an experimental daily poetry exercice. To remind all of us that every single day comes with its dose of feelings. Even one sentence can be enough to remind ourselves we have a heart, and so does everyone else.
    So every day I will share a few words about a face that I encountered in the cold city of Paris. I will let this book be an eternal tribune to those faces I will never see again, yet I don't want to forget.

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