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NOEMIE VALCAUDA

Pastel - Poetry - Photography

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Paris


Sunsets belong to Paris.

All memories in the morning sighs.

All beauties in the yellow nightlights.

All beasts too within immense confusion.

My perspiring heat and sporadic rain.

My feathery heaven and poetic intoxication.

Where nights never last as long as days.

Heart Beats - I dream it.

Dying Breaths - I bleed it.


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