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Lights blinked and I could only see her eyes,
Like forbidden fruits in paradise.
With the sweetness of her smile she kissed my lips,
Both of my hands guiding her hips.
 
Suddenly, like thunder, she darkened my sight,
Caused me to lay there for the rest of the night.
The furniture was old, the blood on the wall new.
Even in Paris, death may find its way to you.

2014/06