In a previous life
I had adventure
but was bored
Now I have you
which means gardening
homemade meals and
1/2 of the couch
Now we have
bar conversations,
restaurant chats and
shared discussions with expatriates
Now you have
fierce arguments
daily moodiness and
my illogical manifestos
Aren't you the lucky one?
In a previous life I was a caterpillar,
now I'm a butterfly
captured by your lens.
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to SF
love, La petite mort
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