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I want to find you
among my metaphors
without having to turn
the words inside out.
Remember how the lines
used to ring with truth?
There was a purity
in the silence
and the pauses were pearls.
And you could ransack
my soul and not find
a better phrasing than
what has already been
laid out on paper.
How thoughts can
undress themselves
with the ease of falling rain.
How I miss that.
Now I am hungry and
it takes tears of stone
to ask my muse for food.

“Tokyo Unexpected” by photographer Camille Marotte


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