We'll sell our souls for Paris,
feed off boxes, our shelter,
live off my trust fund
as long as we can,
buy cheap wine
just to forget our problems.
I love our dreams for their dreams,
our lives for their dreams,
our souls for the dreams
we buy with them.
I love you all,
my Paris.
Je t'aime.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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