as Paris knows of it...

i wanted to send post

from Liverpool, but not having in-tersected

not having clue to its street, the

 beat of it, i could not fare its postage

and sleep well

on it

but i have been in love, yes in-love

knowing well of it, as Paris

knows of it, as the heart

 knows of it

 having fared its passage

 as any heart fares

tethered by beat

first to last

able to move well on its own, throughout the

 sculpted streets

of loving, willing to host its

flight of fancy

without discard or tourist

sentiment posted

as Paris knows of it, Love

bkmackenzie

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