[ The flowers were dead when they delivered, and they are only further dead by the time she finds them. There is a card amongst the rotten stems: ]
Blind, deaf machine, fertile in cruelties Valuable tool, that drinks the whole world's blood, Why are you not ashamed, how have you not In mirrors seen your many charms turn pale?
And you will find Though shuddering at the mirror of your own thoughts, in all their self-confession The lurking bias, be it truth or error, to the unknown; a secret prepossession, To plunge with all your fears—but where? You know not, and that's the reason why you do—or do not.
february 14th;
Blind, deaf machine, fertile in cruelties
Valuable tool, that drinks the whole world's blood,
Why are you not ashamed, how have you not
In mirrors seen your many charms turn pale?
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I let you run away, even. Don't say I'm not fair.
[she was also out of her mind on adrenaline and combat euphoria, but details.]
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Do you want me to apologize for your missteps? You'd be the height of vanity if so.
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Though shuddering at the mirror of your own thoughts, in all their self-confession
The lurking bias, be it truth or error, to the unknown; a secret prepossession,
To plunge with all your fears—but where?
You know not, and that's the reason why you do—or do not.
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