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You sat fragile and hunched at a corner table where the light did not shine. I watched tears rage in your eyes. I went to your table and put 50 francs in your hand. You led me up the winding staircase. In our little room you disrobed in wine air. I clasped my arms about you, whispering "Je t'aime, Je t'aime, Je t'aime..."
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
JEUNE FILLE
You sat fragile and hunched at a corner table where the light did not shine. I watched tears rage in your eyes. I went to your table and put 50 francs in your hand. You led me up the winding staircase. In our little room you disrobed in wine air. I clasped my arms about you, whispering "Je t'aime, Je t'aime, Je t'aime..."
ronald-jones
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
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