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ThunderCartouche
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1/11/2020 12:59:01 PM
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Walk Alone
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part aphorism, part note to self, all ambition and joyous romp
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1/19/2021 9:51:47 AM
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In the darkroom
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In the darkroom, she sat near the window.
Her lips pressed against the pane.
kissing glass and dreaming
of her past broken relationships
With interrupted thoughts,
Her eyes begin to cry streaks of tears.
with her lips pressed against the glass
shifting from pane to pane
across the French window
All of the past is broken
The French tragedy is the escape of fatality, not fatalism
The imagery is pristine. The poem cannot escape the one scene that you portrait. Perhaps if you engaged in the above philosophy.
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