streets

Dalliance

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Can’t wait to dip off

In my only sun hat

To go get lost

In foreign streets

To find myself

In a pizzeria

Where shredded mozzarella hangs like wisteria

French men in striped shirts will ask about me

I’ll flash them my pearls

Strong and gentle

The way life molded me to be

Temporarily unhinged from reality

Chasing down my woe with champagne

I heard French wine can heal a lonesome heart

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