Where Love Resides
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Love are these crushed blossoms that I hiked up and down the Montmartre steps to bring to you just because I knew you’d like them
And I dream that you will clasp them in your hands and say,
“I can’t believe you saw these beautiful, precious things and thought of me,”
But of course I did
Because you’re you
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