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It is dark outside And you want to dream. You want to dream And feel you are the same As yesterday. But as lightning breaks Into a second long day You suddenly realize That you were a different person Just a minute ago.Lady Astor's Salon is a reader-supported publication. To…
"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?"
You may look for me, and you might not find me.
Feeling like beginning my very own translation of the Argentine classic by José Hernández. Would you, my subscribers, like that?
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How does acceleration feel?
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This one is just for you. Thank you.
Thought I'd share a poem I wrote when my age was still defined by a -teen and had yet to live two full decades. Why? Because I have been many things…
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A poem for today
I weep for Adonais — he is dead!
Think pink! think pink! if you want that quel-que chose. Red is dead, blue is through, Green’s obscene, brown’s taboo. And there is not the…
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