*This is a hearts desire poem written from Paris, France
Soon you will return from Paris with conversation
about why you feel so tired. And left me here in the first place.
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Once back, I will hold you by a door wide open
until hand luggage is carried across wooden floorboards.
scents of Chanel remind me
of a woman who’d do anything to survive a time of war.
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