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"50 Words for Poe: Doppleganger"




Dearest Lily,

It has been some months now that you have been Silent
there has been an episode at the Asylum

I wander how you fare.
Fox Glove has escaped this time 
in the season of heat,
when July passed,
another replaces her cell -
they call him the 
Terror Fell

Scary as Hell.

I shall forever be in your debt 
your letters enthralled me, kept me wet.

My task is to monitor them all,
this is not over yet
not by a long shot
over yet.

Sickert has asked me to tea,
says he wants to muse me.

I do worry about you -
is your favourite colour, 
still vibrant?
You know,
that purest shade of 
Mary Mother of God Blue? 

Truly, I do worry what has become of you.
Wolf is on the run
and there is the question 
asked in blood – 
a payment of debt
which, as you know, 
is never any fun.
Out in the cold again, I fear,
no point to fret, is there my dear?

The patients place their bets.
The keepers hold their threats.

Do contact me soon.
I am over 
the sad cyrpt-kept buffoons.

Yours always,
forever,
not wearing Blue.

then again, in the end,
no fair weather friend -

well, in the circumstances,
the very warmest,
the very kindest,

let's put all that shizz behind us,

regards...

You-Know-Who,

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r21Qza6vadU
Garbage/Bleed Like Me





“And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, came from Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead
Came two young lovers lately wed;
'I am half sick of shadows,' said
The Lady of Shalott.”

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