D. (dalaruan) wrote,
D.
dalaruan

state of flux

...like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:

If it could weep, it could arise and go. 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Grief 

Hans Bellmer - La Poupee
Tags: solitude
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