Oh, The Beauty [Short Poem].

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Tell me once more of the dream you dreamt of the many nights we’d walk along the streets of France exploring the nearby bakeries for a loaf of bread and cheese. Soon we’d find ourselves warmed by the sunset. Sometimes you’d walk ahead of me, and I, with my hands in my pockets, softly smile and think to myself, how is it that a man such as me won the affection of someone such as lovely and free as you.

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