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E. E SCOTT

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Charles Baudelaire, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; “Hymn to Beauty”

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Dreamy mood in the paintings by Henri Le Sidaner (French, 1862-1939)

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by niiloi

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“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”

— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

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March 19, 1931 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

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i don't understand how i am supposed to live with this profound sadness. to be honest

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Sylvia Plath

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Charles Dickens, from “Great Expectations”

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Agnes Obel, from a song titled "Run Cried the Crawling," featured in her album "Aventine,"

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— Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

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This is what I wore on our first date

you asked why I caught the train if all I saw was the end

Like a palm reader, I said I knew

the middle would be worth it, quick - take a pic, press send

Now the one day you'd get bored is here

and I can't listen alone to ariana and 7 rings

How can I be okay when you're gone

and I have no one waiting to push me on the swings

Your block game is on point - no reply

and I can't smell paco one million without tears

All my memories that you cashed out;

hug my penguin, watch the thunder, smell beers

I just really hope you're happy

trying to move on with my life but I'm just not

I've never felt so left behind

alone, a puppy in the rain who you forgot.

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Eyes Shut

if we could do it all over again I would I’d be a little more open-minded; a little less understood

blink my eyes like bambi wear heels as sharp as knives - a dress as short as negligee no childhood sweetheart goodbyes

no lingering kiss on the porch no more fantasies to engage wistful cool distance but firey set your bed alight with rage

I tiptoed past your mirror in my lacey lingerie by your bed see you sleeping on your left side ink and blood on your chest runs red

do you remember when we lay in the road waiting for a car? stripping naked on the beach shots in the graveyard under the stars

daddy, you were my poison the inevitable game of Russian roulette knock me out shoot me down; I’m ready I’ll call you teller - come claim your debt.

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the will, whatever, nevermind

i l-l-loved you and you broke my heart

invisible string stretches between the way we are apart

stars swirl around me, glistening as i look back

4am shame walks; bridge over the railway track

i burned myself alive - happy to keep you warm

you tolerate my glow, dampen it by storm

brown eyes, brown skies, something's going wrong

she looked for gum in your bag and found your girlfriend's thong

unironed, it was returned, from whence it once came

nothing more corrosive to their pillow talk than the mention of my name

i hope she loves you just as much as i fear i do

minutes drag by like hours, but the years just flew

percocet and uppers, critical care team prescribe

i sit by the door, come home when i'm told, they know i want to die

wishing you saw me, loved me back, is pointless, by the by

as successful as attesting that we exist under an emerald green sky

remember me by the good times, amber streetlights down the lane

red lipstick and mini skirts, glowing, driving you insane

the gulf between me and her, the past cannot replay

you've become my green light, old sport, so here's the thing, anyway

there's nothing left for me but getting old, foundations of decay

dead inside, with my dreams and babies, that's all I have to say.

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He could not make up his mind whether she was a human being, a fairy, or an angel.

Victor Hugo, Notre-Dame de Paris

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- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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Expansive Landscapes Spill from Tiny Frames in Detailed Miniature Dioramas by A House of Wonders