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No other love

I left my heart in Paris.    
I left it there so you wouldn’t find it.                      
so you wouldn’t even think to find it there.
I left my heart in Paris
so I wouldn’t have to lie to you again
when you asked me for it. 
You can’t find it there.  
No-one can.
I wont write you love letters.
Not anymore.
Please understand,
None of this is meant for you.
Not anymore.
Please understand.
Everything has an expiration date. 
 
 
 

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.

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Author:

I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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