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The wine waited and the flowers wilted chocolates got soggy, limp and listless the Eiffel dreams of standing tall and ***** slumped to side and the Champs De Elysees gathered its circumference and went around in circles. You did not come as promised Never mind, Hope is a cobweb through which we weave spidery webs of deceit sticking delicately to daydreams fruit bowls of Eves apples and candlelight caresses that turned the pages of our ****** conversations into imaginary paragraphs for bestseller voyeurs. We both made the same mistake of getting the date wrong and the timing out of daylight savings sync. I will plan again for next summers Postcard from Paris to myself. Author Notes Optional © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 19 days ago
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
Postcard from Paris
The wine waited and the flowers wilted chocolates got soggy, limp and listless the Eiffel dreams of standing tall and ***** slumped to side and the Champs De Elysees gathered its circumference and went around in circles. You did not come as promised Never mind, Hope is a cobweb through which we weave spidery webs of deceit sticking delicately to daydreams fruit bowls of Eves apples and candlelight caresses that turned the pages of our ****** conversations into imaginary paragraphs for bestseller voyeurs. We both made the same mistake of getting the date wrong and the timing out of daylight savings sync. I will plan again for next summers Postcard from Paris to myself. Author Notes Optional © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 19 days ago
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
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