If rape or arson, poison or the knife Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff Of this drab canvas we accept as life— It is because we are not bold enough!
Playground deserted, haunted, in ghost town. Rusty swing creaking as the wind swings the empty seat from side to side, echoing an eerie toll to a town that died...
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Flowers of Evil
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this drab canvas we accept as life—
It is because we are not bold enough!
Charles Baudelaire
(Roy Campbell's translation)
1000 $ENJOY
Ghost town
haunted, in ghost town.
Rusty swing creaking
as the wind swings
the empty seat
from side to side,
echoing an eerie toll
to a town
that died...
John Anderson
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