Paris it is not:The smell of stale beerWeaves me through a maze of pokiesTo the breakfast room.Buildings of…
Slow drip of drizzling rainDrops dance as hit groundPortend stronger rain…
Night falls under full moon glowStaring down at world underneathSurrounded by sky’s…
Speak to me of ancient stone,shriveled husk and brittle bone,iron earth and speckled clay,gnarled wood and salty spray.
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