faded leather
on crumbled cobbles
she wanders
hips swaying
to the zydeco beats
as sultry sunlight
dances in the narrow streets
the air peppered with chicory
and memory
a shimmer of breeze
on caramel skin
as he leaned in to whisper
"je ne regrette rien"
and she shivers
in the sticky heat
drawn back in
to yesterdays
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