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Sep 21
poem, fiction
gaia_lenox

tu es mon seul amour chéri:

sometimes 
after a cigarette 
you let your hands 
trail over the texture 
of your jeans 

sometimes 
late at night 
you idealize paris 
and promise to fall in love with me 
while sipping coffee 
and considering the shape of the Eiffel tower 

sometimes 
you dance slowly 
on the shagg carpet 
with tears in your eyes 
pulling me close and whispering 
words to a song you don't know 

sometimes 
i worry about 
how often you watch the
ground 
instead of the sky above 

parfois
il n'est pas facile de t'aimer
parceque tu es si tres loin
et toujours brise

sometimes 
i too 
dream of paris 
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Posted: 09.21.20
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Gaia Lenox
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  1. Yellow Sweater
    Sep 21, 2020

    I love this! you are so good at making the dreamlike physical.

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  1. gaia_lenox
    Sep 21, 2020

    thank you!

    Gaia Lenox

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  1. Nightheart
    Sep 21, 2020

    This great! The way you incorporate different languages into the poem gives it more depth. The lines are really profound, even though they are relatively simple!

    "remember, we are infinite"

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  1. gaia_lenox
    Sep 23, 2020

    thank you so much

    Gaia Lenox

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