Emotions run high
The center of my chest tightens
when I think of you
While I could blame you
as the perpetrator
That stole a piece of my heart
without even knowing it
And I suppose I could even
forgive your naivete
If I believed it to be somewhere
on the spectrum of truth
But there is a fine line between
the absence of words
And images that say
all the things that you didn’t
“Existentialism a philosophical theory or approach
which emphasizes the existence of the individual person
as a free and responsible agent determining
their own development through acts of the will…”

The actor and the poet
trade lines of choice
Last night I read Rimbaud

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