november snow in paris
november snow in paris the flakes dusted paris in november for the first time in fifteen years everyone was talking about it bundled up outside the cafes i no longer…
contemplating the mess of things
contemplating the mess of things today i can tomorrow i'm working on it walking out in the wilderness of winter lose my sense of smell and direction face numb eyes…
i can’t
i can't i'm not going to be able to remind you to go if you've never been there i try and describe ecstasy but it comes out as poetry…
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