Heart of Paris
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Heart of Paris
My heart
In Paris Tombs
My soul
Lays scented under lamp lit dark
Empty cafes
Alone inside the carafe of wine
Pay the garcon
Pay the devils fine
Endless streets
Plentiful pastries
I am both fat and thin
I am both rich and poor
I have books
Both written and read
Now over in the graveyard
Come read me dead
Arthur Unknown
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2016
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