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May 2013
Kids like him
spending nights
dreaming about
traveling to France
and sitting
around in a
café
wearing a beret
and black turtleneck
and smoking with
a cup of wine
on their other hand
that dream about
romance in the streets
a kiss beneath
the Eiffel Tower
musky hotel rooms
I'll never
understand
you kid
I just can't
dream that.
A friend of mine has this dumb romantic idea about Paris or something like that. I really don't thing I could handle France. Something that I can't stand. Nothing against France.
Chris T
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