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In this dream

I am in Paris.

It is just before dawn and

a man waits beneath a

street lamp.

A sad smile that doesn't

reach his eyes passes

through me.

I am the memory of an

anonymous red rose.

Between lovers , he roams

the lonely streets at night

sinking  into eyes as deep

as the river Seine

the kind one might find…

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