NOT PARIS AGAIN?
Fog dips gray thick like
foreign soup. I grog the
sewer lines at my feet.
Long, dark passageways,
lined with brick. I am
writing, oh Paris,
in the rain.
Fog dips gray thick like
foreign soup. I grog the
sewer lines at my feet.
Long, dark passageways,
lined with brick. I am
writing, oh Paris,
in the rain.
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