The muse of sadness appeared to me today she had long hair and a white non-face. she seemed to be cryin but no eyes and no expression made of herápresence the strongest depression. Burning old films because there was no eternity scissors to cut away a picture of her memory. Her loneliness whispered incomprehensible words her hair then wound my body and my soul.
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