Braying hounds of Hell
Gargoyles breathing down one’s neck
Quasimodo lives
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Gray skies burst open
Drawn faces and pensive looks
Winter in Paris
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passionate kisses
unabashed and sensual
bruised sky pours down love
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A pickpocket’s hand
makes it’s way into my purse
Every tourist’s dread
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Weary eager feet
worn cobblestones etched in mud
Vive la Resistance
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Who hauled these stones
and patiently carved the saints
are their souls at rest?
