Ma Douce Souffrance

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I’ve dropped my cigarette-after-sex-butt half by mistake to the Seine river.
How could one possibly eat a croissant with one hand, and with the other swipe last matches for a second round on Tinder.
Wounded heart was looking for comfort and found empty calories that turned to no fire and other shy body parts that were transplanted in the wrong avanue.

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I pour my heart involuntarily into words, since I found that writing is the ultimate solution for a nightmarish sailing journey. I can still connect with you :)

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I pour my heart involuntarily into words, since I found that writing is the ultimate solution for a nightmarish sailing journey. I can still connect with you :)

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