The loneliness of Paris
Echoes in the rain.
Voice chimes
Through its pounding thunder.
No escape.
My heart beats
to its inconstant rhythm.
My eyes wait
to be blinded by the after-flash.
Its there.
Its gone.
Its there again.
Chandler Jeanne Rappaport
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