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Write me a Secret


You wrote me a secret on the wall somewhere in Paris, where I went and of all the buildings there, your whispers have guided me to the right place. It is possible to feel the vibe of one place, one memory that you have never had, but lingers there in the back of your eye as if it happened. It could be a part of a very distant dream of a parralel life. You never asked where the place is, but life leads you there.

Ever noticed that most of the embarrasing situations about women involve heels?

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