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Feb 2010
all in a trance--sweet fragrance, France
where we first met; predictable--love in Paris
backdrops of blushed pinks, blushed gold
fancy silver smiles
french slurs--painted across the city
and lights
pretty iron tangled street lights
a city, a romance.
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tessa bear
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   AntoinetteBrandt
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