Oh Paris, you know
I held on too much .

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Send private messageCamila Arya Knight32956Fire burns brighter in the darkness.  
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Send private messageAugust Francis St. Martin219But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.  
Send private messageBartholomeus Winterbourne2431WELL WE ALL DIE IN THE END SO  
Send private messageBianca Louise Bronikowski20794She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.  
Send private messageCeleste Alethea Williams8418  
Send private messageDésirée Fleur Lévesque1328she's never where she is. she's only inside her head.  
Send private messageElettra Hera Eliades40885Tired of the days living in the dark she ran to the place where wild things are  
Send private messageElliot Loren Bradford1628  
Send private messageEmil Lemar Markovic7926THE ONLY PEOPLE UP AT 3 AM ARE IN LOVE, LONELY, DRUNK, OR ALL THREE.  
Send private messageHarvey Elijah Fitzgerald57863The body may be wherever but the heart is always here.  Visit poster's website
Send private messageHenry James Vanderbilt50528Walk through the jungle that used to be my town Everything's different, you've turned it upside down. Send e-mail
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Send private messageLeonard Isaac Malkovich45there are no shortcuts to any place worth going  
Send private messageLéonce Cèlestin Goose50  
Send private messageQuentin Haides Valeska2398And I hope Paris is as beautiful as I’ve been told and darling everything you do is galvanized in gold  
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Send private messageVioletta Amy Dhavernas937Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.  
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