Beauté insoutenable

23. Odd and dark and gone.

But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart. Gustave Flaubert

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And Death, in his shame,

built a kingdom from dust

as penance, as proof,

that his fingers were made

for more than destruction.
emily palermo

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