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Marguerite Duras

Mapped, in glaring veins, cut, to secrete lucid text– Yes, love, I bleed light.

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Footsteps

Every last kiss, a rupture in her psyche– Unsteady walk home.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)    

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