Paris in spring
petrichor lifts
from softly drizzling reveries
drips and drops
kissed our skin
we became liquid
not flame
you smiled
I laughed
as we walked in the rain.
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petrichor lifts
from softly drizzling reveries
drips and drops
kissed our skin
we became liquid
not flame
you smiled
I laughed
as we walked in the rain.
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