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Oh! How vile!

Savouring the sweetness of thy lies-

On mine lips!

- Elle

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Heart is at grief

The sonnet of its obscurity

Devours the white tree-

The poetry destined to thee

- Elle

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Agony-

Are poems leaving grieving lips

- Elle

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An endlessly void

In which you are not

Yet the fall never ceases to amaze me

With it illusions they bring me back to you

One more time.

By Elle

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You really fucked me up.

By Elle

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Loving you has become a sin

Yet, I’d rather go to hell

Than a heaven without you.

By Elle

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And if I get to see you again

My body will betray me

And collapse.

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The monsters were never

under my bed.

Because the monsters

were inside my head.

I fear no monster,

for no monsters I see.

Because all this time

the monster has been me.

By Gill Nikita, Dante and Virgil. 1850, Musée d’Orsay, Paris.

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It’s all because of you.

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Crying, she now had the heart of her lover in her hands, but she would not be witness of his love anymore.

By Elle.

Bernardino Mei (1612-1676), Ghismunda (1650-59), oil on canvas, 66.5 x 47.5 cm, Pinacoteca nazionale di Siena, Siena, Italy. Wikimedia Commons.

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Mourning in black, not bearing an eye to the lifeless wedding dress as it reminded her of the uninhabited body lying in the fields of War, her dear husband.

By Elle.

- 1911. Frederick William Elwell – The Wedding Dress, Ferens Art Gallery, Queen Victoria Square, Kingston upon Hull, East Riding of Yorkshire, England

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And between mortals, crows and ravens aided her fall. Engulfed by the darkness of their feathers, she was.

By Elle.

Painting: Bilmes, Daniel. Falling Up. 2017, ARCADIA CONTEMPORARY, New York.

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they still stand next to each other, driven by the fever of love, desperate for a restless kiss, even though the soulless try to tear them apart.

By Elle.

- Painting “Romeo and Juliet” by Sergio Cupido