Not The End
Year of Creation: 2017 | Published: 2018-09-24 | Theme: feelings

this love 
hasn’t been danced yet
but in dreams

our hands touched
on the slippery roof of the world

now I can smell the scent of juniper
I can smell the scent of longing

we’re in a black and white movie
and let it be
we’ll always have this Paris 
won’t we? 

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