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New Winter in the City of Lights
Lost verses of fading brilliance
bounce off the shell casing
of my tender memory
the cork and empty bottles
of rare earth
now my only compass
while spur trails of chic urban squalor in trendy decline
swallow this once decadent Parisian alleyway
preserving the sanctuary of gritty poetic sustenance
and we feel no remorse
for the pleasure of rich cobble stone nights
of the rainy winter moon song
floating down the River Seine
as broken angles caress downtown
in permanent states of midnight
vivid in the drunken gutter fog of this splendid city
on the brink
of a new winter
by Jeremy Footer
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