DEPUTY SAINT JUST (xxbestspartanxx) wrote in mourir_libre,
DEPUTY SAINT JUST
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Citizen Robespierre, if you should find your way back Home from the recesses of this peculiar Metaphysical world, I shall be waiting where there used to Be a yard, with little white Flowers and the Smell of cut wood. I will wait Where they used to open the doorway and Where you would come, when You were well, descending the staircase with Hat in hand and walk out into the wide expanse of Light. Now Though the world is Awash in that same Light I Cannot see the streets of the Republic so I shall wait Here on the floorboards covering the Concrete covering the Stones covering the ground, the earth that Was.
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