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Text reblogged from Nostalgic Insomniacs with 4 notes
Paris,
Long I have dreamt to share a blanket with you.
To smell you as I walk,
To speak of our love with concrete memories.
And in May we will be aquaintances, lovers, friends and confidants.
I have studied your spine and will finally be fortunate enough to touch it.
Please treat me kindly as I may only get one memory of you.