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Poetry Gallery

Last night, around 3 am, lightening and thunder struck very close, and I was immediately (mostly) awake. Oddly, the first thing that came into my mind was how like wandering through a museum gallery of paintings reading The Café of Unintelligible Desire feels. Each poem presents a picture for our gaze, and we try to take in the scene and conjecture about the people and relationships within.

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