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Oct 2019
Red lipstick
matching my bikini
curly hair full of salt
falling on my tan lines
that’s how I remember
French Riviera.

Every time
we drink whiskey
things get little risky
and I kissed you last year
hope to kiss you again
in French Riviera.

The truth is
I have never
been there
but that’s how
I imagine
French Riviera
Written by
Lorelaj
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