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Jul 2020
How well I know this place
with its multicolored, sloping gardens
and glittering, fountained pools
but its beauty is fleeced by repetition

Loneliness tests the resolution of the young
with our howling appetite to experience
and be shaped by exposures.

Like the gleaming barrel of a gun,
the clock points at nothing
and the crimson sunset leads
to another empty, quiet night.
another night of isolation - how fun is THIS?
Anais Vionet
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Anais Vionet  21/F/U.S.
(21/F/U.S.)   
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