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Blurred visions of vague nights and sparkling street lights
fuel the desire for the streets of fire. Paris burns, whispers faintly...echoing.
Reflections dance, sparks fly and fade...we cant steal back the precious moments past.
Memories are what we have...surreal, romantic - lucid dreams.
Pulsing...
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that would be so awesome to be a drifter. <3
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