twirling on my lips like

the summer I fell in and out of

love

so quickly it left me paper-thin and

bruised, but

I am transformed and

transfixed by these butterfly-quick eyes that

dart purposefully beyond my

horizon and for once pierce through

this thin, shadowy facade and into the

part of me that loved Paris.

I could kill these stars in your eyes

easily

but for once

I don't mind the constellations.

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