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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

β€” 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 itβ€” the memories and emotions about it.
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