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I met a girl in France, Reading the same book! Except it wasn't quite like that... So my book turned into a cover. It seemed I had picked up some thing mesmerizing, While browsing a train station bookstore. This tale of desire and loss enticed me, But wasn't it just cheap fiction? -------------------------------------------------- A girl met me in France, And we got an empty beach at sunset! Except it wasn't quite like that... Trash littered the closing beach closest to downtown Marseilles. Loud speakers played Something upbeat, Missing its bass, confusing it. Even the sky was obscured. But wasn't it still like that?
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
Was it?
I met a girl in France, Reading the same book! Except it wasn't quite like that... So my book turned into a cover. It seemed I had picked up some thing mesmerizing, While browsing a train station bookstore. This tale of desire and loss enticed me, But wasn't it just cheap fiction? -------------------------------------------------- A girl met me in France, And we got an empty beach at sunset! Except it wasn't quite like that... Trash littered the closing beach closest to downtown Marseilles. Loud speakers played Something upbeat, Missing its bass, confusing it. Even the sky was obscured. But wasn't it still like that?
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
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