Au Paris

you burn me up
with your passion
and flowers
       in your hair
              that tumbles
              like flames

Madame Jenni
je t'adore
to kiss
your downy skin
your strawberry
       crème fraiche

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They have advanced plans
for a colony on the moon
robots and rich, side by side

This architecture, you see around you,
is the blueprint
These wealthy ones, you hear of,
don't mind your distaste
they know it won't be long

Plot your revolutions
if you so desire
they don't care
they'll be gone

Nothing else fits the facts

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