how can you be sad in Paris? they ask
because they can’t yet understand the beauty of my sadness. the romance in my tears.
I can’t be who I was last time I stood here
the city stands still in its expansive gray as I change, and then
change again.
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You write beautiful poetry. Would you write a poem for BLD Lady Project or be interested in writing a blog post for us?
Thank you, that’s so flattering! I would be honored to!