I had a dream that Paris burned to the ground
Nothing was left of the city people dream of, just rubble and ash
My dream lasted a week, I wasn't sure if Paris was actually gone or if it was just playing hide and go seek
I avoided Paris for as long as I could
As soon as I knew it was still there I came back
Maybe it was the thought of going to Paris and seeing it in shambles or maybe I was afraid to be inspired by it.
I sat in my desk overlooking the Eiffel Tower that night, breathed a sign of relief and laid down my notebook
When I picked up my pen for that entry things were different, there was more to it
When I started writing things got hard like gum after it's been chewed for hours upon hours
But it was fun, the gum still had flavor and I couldn't seem to stop chewing
Paris is back and it's going to stay there in that little place in my heart right next to my hopes and dreams
They same Rome wasn't built in a day but Paris was rebuilt in one
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