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Place du Pantheon, May 21, 2008, 8.35pm, sat on steps

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Sat, 03 Mar 2012

Lonely idle wanderings abroad, peace, calm, jumping the barriers from metro to metro, RER. Warm breezes, crowds, Paris! Sunlit steps, the Pantheon,
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Walking Out Out of the City

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Sat, 03 Mar 2012

The sanctified burial ground expresses miles of unrestraint, a death-walk to the clouds, a beautiful land to be consumed by my feet. Death, guide me through to where no people reside
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"The past walks among us..."

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Fri, 02 Mar 2012

The past walks among us, Lives our life for us, Betrays the present, Like nobles the peasant, And strikes the day down blind. (The grind Of past wretchedness:
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Being Broken

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Fri, 02 Mar 2012

A log cabin in the Amazon tells its tale of unfortunate love while they, standing before it, look on unsympathetically. The sky is crushing them and they will never know it.
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A Parodox

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Fri, 02 Mar 2012

You stop me from being Blind to the world, unseeing, And all my hate consorts with your being, And anger sparks, me bereft of seeing An ill consumed wind between us,
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