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Paris Holds The Key To Your Heart

Cuties outside the Quai Branly,

sipping champagne on the street,

as they stare with starry eyed wonder at the ever present Eiffel Tower.

She had followed them all over the city,

always staring from the skyline,

blushing, hiding behind the soft clouds of the summer sky,

she had waited patiently for our heroines to arrive.

Standing tall as two sirens approach,

sipping champagne and smiling in selfies,

as the sun sparkles up above,

shining down on their happy afternoon,

and the Eiffel Tower’s bashful, blushing cheeks.

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TGIF

This week has been Monday after Monday after Monday,
at last, it is her day.
The birds have broken out their best Kim Petras impression,
there are twenty four candles on the cake.

At last, it is her day.
Pastel balloons and party favours.
There are twenty four candles on the cakes
The candles thank God that it’s Friday.

Pastel balloons and party favours.
The birds have broken out their best Kim Petras impression.
The candles thank God that it’s Friday.
This week has been Monday after Monday after Monday.

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Chaotic Love

I am aiming arrows at a heart that can’t be conquered.

Stupid, sapphic Cupid can’t understand why my charms are disarmed by her.

My heart played,

like she plays her video games,

sapphire stare so focused on the screen,

never at me,

occasionally at the cats that slink past the cream coffee table,

on the hunt for hugs that she willingly provides,

fair hair tumbling over her eyes.

I make a coffee,

stirring in milk,

watching the purring protectors that circle her,

and finally she smiles,

a cup of warmth in her hands,

warmth in her cheeks as the cats let their guard down,

and she hands me the second player pad.

This is enough. This is perfect.