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[post_content] => The sun
Was like a flashing sword
That ran down my veil
Of tears
The sun
Was a red-hot breath
Of fire, splitting from
My whole being
I tightened the trigger
I felt the sweat
The sun destroyed the balance
Of the beach
I’d been happy
The bullets sank, leaving a mark
Like giving four sharp knocks
At the door.
(from ‘The Outsider’ by Albert Camus)
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The sun
Was like a flashing sword
That ran down my veil
Of tears
The sun
Was a red-hot breath
Of fire, splitting from
My whole being
I tightened the trigger
I felt the sweat
The sun destroyed the balance
Of the beach
I’d been happy
The bullets sank, leaving a mark
Like giving four sharp knocks
At the door.
(from ‘The Outsider’ by Albert Camus)