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Sell me the love you give away for free

Slit throat gasping, hung carefree

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Swayed by the winds,

And lighter than air,

Nothing can touch me

Cocooned in my lair.

Green light refracted

Through cherry blood tides.

Light dappled on silver

I sink deeper my pride.

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-Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry

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Deliver me, from my own heart

I wish to die before it starts.

Keep me from the painful ember

Capture me, I wish to slumber.

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Siren songs of new love gather,

Lord, there’s much that I’d rather.

Bury hope, embrace thy caution.

Stable feel in its own fashion.

Heal’ed heart that I have not,

Fleshy wounds we’ve not forgot.

Sea to hills, as holy seeker

Tame my fire, turn me meeker.

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Tony George-Roux (1894-1928) - Une Martyre

illustration from Charles Baudelaire's "Les Fleurs du Mal", 1917 edition

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She screamed to be saved she picked up the books that surrounded her... and then she started reading.

She prayed to be saved... and looked at all the books around her.

She asked her dead ancestors to give a sign, to guide her... and she read again.

She thought about cutting herself with paper.

Maybe for that she should buy another book.

She never tried to push any of them out of the way.

she loved her books more than she liked living.

Artist's: Nom Kinnear King.

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Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.

ig credit: odwyer_sio9.

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