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Jan 2020
I walk the halls
and marvel at the traces
the ghosts left behind;
their faint laughter
and passionate
love affairs in the dark

their dancing and music
their finery and cries
their pain as end of an era
comes closer each passing day

I wonder how it must be,
a ghost in the world,
stuck within your time

— ghosts of versailles, stuck in your time of parties and fun // a.
4 janvier 2020
04:29 am
this is based upon a trip to Versailles, and how it’s not so empty and beautiful and it just made me think of what is it like for the ghosts that still haunt it— the memories and emotions about it.
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