everyone in Paris by Emily G Myerseveryone in Paris has something to sell
their hopes, their dreams, their souls as well
love is just a drug it'll kill you fast or make you suffer
everything is cold at night, love is just a buffer
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this wasn't really supposed to be a poem, it's just a few words that came to my mind when I was walking in Paris
--- 07/07/2002 Posted on 07/07/2002 Copyright © 2024 Emily G Myers
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