An edited photo of a building behind a tree in paris in the late afternoon
Before Dusk Falls in Paris
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Forever My Beloved
Fallen trees and burning wake follows thee
Collaboration breaks to burning hate
If not, malice behind ev’ry decree
Much grandeur, but collapse remains your fate.
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A Smoky Night
I walked into the nearly-empty diner and was hit by the strong smell of cigarette smoke. I couldn't see where It came from But it seemed to snake around the dinner constricting the chairs and tables.
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