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Je suis née éblouie par la ville des lumières and grew up in a city that once couldn't sleep, dazed by the lights, my whole life I fled from a heritage I wasn't told I could keep. Je suis née des trottoirs, des rues noueuses et sales and grew up on a block which remained much cleaner than my conscience because I remember seeing through blue eyes a black man being clobbered for a misdemeanor. Je suis née dans un pays où les fleures se fanent and grew up in a place where the flowers were fake, a house where anything that wasn't of plastic was soon tossed in the sky, left to plummet and break. Je suis née à Paris J'ai grandis à New York Je mourrai, ailleurs
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Paris Meets New York in a Dream
Je suis née éblouie par la ville des lumières and grew up in a city that once couldn't sleep, dazed by the lights, my whole life I fled from a heritage I wasn't told I could keep. Je suis née des trottoirs, des rues noueuses et sales and grew up on a block which remained much cleaner than my conscience because I remember seeing through blue eyes a black man being clobbered for a misdemeanor. Je suis née dans un pays où les fleures se fanent and grew up in a place where the flowers were fake, a house where anything that wasn't of plastic was soon tossed in the sky, left to plummet and break. Je suis née à Paris J'ai grandis à New York Je mourrai, ailleurs
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
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