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Apr 2015
I feel love.

I can speak French
and I feel like
I'm Parisian
with my perfume and
my crooked
bowl of pears

I feel love.

I feel the pull,
the push,
the quiet dance
of romance
in the deepest
sinews of
my being

It's France and
it's Asia
and it's anywhere I see
myself
I know that I'm in love.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
262
   ---, Paul Butters and SPT
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