I Left It

i left it like a paris morning
crisp and cloudy
the lightest shades of pink
satin smiles and cigarettes
i dressed myself in a white button up
and forgot the last button every time
i found myself in foreign corridors
and the only thing that stayed steady
was my mind
i left it like a paris morning
confused and unamused
each raindrop spoke redemption
in broken down deja vu

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