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Memory, Love, and Personals
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THE ARTS
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7 / 1986 |
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Louis Simpson
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With Memory.
And With Love.
I dressed, put my boots on
painfully, and wrote myself a pass.
At the gate the guard gave me a look,
then he smiled, and I was free
to be drunk all over Paris.
For years after the war
I would dream I still hadn't found
what I was looking for. I'd be walking
in a street filled with whispers
looking for a certain door.
It is late. I have to be getting back
to the hospital. I hear my footsteps
echoing in darkness and desolation.
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Peace, in all your avenues
new galaxies are shining...
Chocolats Lindt Montres Kody
Coryse Salome Parfums
"Tourism," a sign announces, "in
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