notre dame
it`s etching roots infested with beatles
it`s raggedly clothed boys, in battles over rotten bread.
its roofs grand, embracing the sky, inhabiting, roof hoppers, stuffed with enormous dreams.
starving for the faces of madams and mademoiselle
who`s faces starve for wealthy absent minded men.
genteel, artists noticing the thin lines on the madam`s lips
the madam, frail, falls, for his presence.
in it`s vast corridors and cracked pavements
in it`s misty brown air, in it`s loud swaying music.
notre dame.
unreal city.
mother of my children.
pairs!
how the pitch darkness of you`re night sky
vigorously, engulfs your mediocre, ash brown architecture.
victorious, glorious, notre dame
be mine.
surround my weary soul.
unreal city.
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