"You're martyring yourself," he said. "He's not the blood you have to wash off your hands, not a stake to burn yourself at -- he's just a boy. How do you think he'd react if he knew he wasn't your love, but your penance ( Read more... )

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The Ace of Spades.
Death, I slip it under my pillow.
Turn, and turn again,
The flower turns to blood.
Lovers touch and there is life.
A name is called and there is death.
They say I cry.
They say I weep.
There is no escape.

- The Many Lives and Secret Sorrows of Josephine B.

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