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The way people walk at different speeds Some walk at the same , sigh the same time Upon closer inspection  the technicolor People Eating Parisian geese feather sized laughter Choking on it, chortling the summer Breeze Its almost as if the sun leaves saliva trails Kisses on the necks of diverse colors, Accents Roofs of red cobble slate matching the heat Waves of hot wind, charging the air Stagnant Breeze of changing, waiting, aching Waving Tourists ice cubes and favorite gelato Melting Forgetting stress , foot steps straining Sights
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
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The way people walk at different speeds Some walk at the same , sigh the same time Upon closer inspection  the technicolor People Eating Parisian geese feather sized laughter Choking on it, chortling the summer Breeze Its almost as if the sun leaves saliva trails Kisses on the necks of diverse colors, Accents Roofs of red cobble slate matching the heat Waves of hot wind, charging the air Stagnant Breeze of changing, waiting, aching Waving Tourists ice cubes and favorite gelato Melting Forgetting stress , foot steps straining Sights
Italy in the summer.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
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