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Singing so loud my lips are red
He’s kissing me so hard it’s almost pretend
Too bad it’s all in my head
Reading the same pages,
Within the turn of a page, I’m transported to 1920’s New Orleans.
Soft pastel ribbons that adorn the corn silk curls of the girls passing by catch my eye as I inhale the thick scent of burning cigars.
There's a romanticism to sitting down in a bookstore with a yet unpaid for book in hand
Seeking out the coziest corner where your Momma won't find you
Not for want of searching or yelled whispers
When I was a young girl naive and new to the world
I was shy and did not understand the beauty of being naive and young.
