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 "Andromeda" Gustave Dore “ And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long."
Sylvia Plath
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 "Princess" Sulamith Wulfing I was walking a never ending mile
Black gloves were talking to me, like I was just a child Your love had left me like a feather in the snow Soft down frozen now; how was I to know But nothing's invincible You pulled the fortress down Striking gold on silver My defences down Silent and twisted like a candle in the wind The flame is gone The shame burns on How I wish I had known That you were Master of No, Master of Nothing Just a piece of a photograph You are Master of No, Master of No One You left me the worst side of your better half I am walking a never ending mile I hear you talking to me, but I am not your child I have have awakened and I now see your face Shifting ever twisting beneath your thorns of lace If I fell for the dream of you would I embrace this fate Swallow blind with hunger the poison on my plate I shall keep walking and leave you to your fight Your night is long, bitter your song And all too well I know That you are Master of No Master of Nothing You're just a piece of a photograph You are Master of No Master of No Way And you left me the worst of your better half You are Master of No Master of Nothing You're just a piece of a photograph You are Master of No Master of No One And you left me the worst of your better half |
Lorelei Moon
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