i have a ticket in my pocket
from the last time i went underground
and with the sun comes
the last of my self-absorption
i’ve spent two days
walking around a romantic city
wondering if i could ever know
what love was again
and i think i know the answer
if i can love myself
with the same obsession i save
for the beautiful boys who
break my heart
i’ll be ready to be carried away
to a place i’ve never known
the train comes out of the darkness
i see the streets of paris
and this revelation has meant nothing
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