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Oh, these lone dark seasons I have known, and still have yet to know.

~ Helaena C Moon

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You were nothing more than a part of the collection, a part of the grays and the blacks. You were nothing more than the seen and unseen, come together in the shades of the dream.

~ Helaena C Moon

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Image by -Nadia -Maria

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Paul Andrews - Forest (II)

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Here I am again. Shadows on these walls. Tints of yesteryears. Potent with pain and eternally burning. Yet, calm as ever - enduring my damnation like a saint.

~ Helaena C Moon

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Image by Carlos Bracho

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“Too many times, I was spoken for, in that impious tango. Had I opened up my house? Had I put on my best dress? I hung within a shadow. And held, sick, wilted, but unflinchingly, my mark. I am still waiting, with one eye open, and a dagger. For, I’ve a dark date, with the man on a sallow mare.”

Helaena C Moon

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I am bound by too many burials of the soul.

~ Helaena C Moon

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1st image - matthias lueger

2nd, 3rd & 4th images - Greta Guidotti

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terrible terrible terrible heart… do you even know the way anymore?

~ Helaena C Moon

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Image by Amber Ortolano

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“I folded my memoir of you, under my flesh, into my skin.” ~ Helaena C Moon

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Oh the promises that steep, in your blood, that they could never keep ~ but keep you up at night, they will, rest assured.

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“And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?” ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

Katia Chausheva - The hours

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No one passes through these hours unchanged.

~ Helaena C Moon

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Image by paul siemen

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“Here in this black room, I have swallowed so much blood of the past. I drink my glass full, daily.”

~ Helaena C Moon