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dear paris,

i would've stitched our hearts together like the lips of the damned
if it could've helped anything.

i'd've kissed you like you were more than just my muse,
but i needed to taste heaven before committing to hell.

(there was nothing less innocent than our love.

your black and white tendencies
were always more enticing than a technicolor alpine,

and your hands were always more thrilling.)

all good things must come to an end, though, paris,
and you...
you were the best thing.

mama tells me it's time to go now.
i know you won't wait,
but i'll be seeing you.

watching.
waiting.
writing.
i'm coming back to you,
someday.
someday.

i'm leaving the way i came,
pessimistically and with a journey weighing heavily
on my mind and
on my back.


goodbye, paris.

with a measure of corrupted love,

--alis priddy