Paris


Dear Paris,

Will you be my key?

So that I can be what you’ve made of me.

Oh Paris. I’m on my knees…

Bad it may be, but I plea for that evil degree.

Oh Paris…tell me ASAP.

We could both have tea by the Mediterranean sea.

Oh PARIS!!!

I’m a screaming seed

Waiting to be a tree…

And I’d love to live freely…

Paris be my master key…

-Oro Continua

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