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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.

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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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Be Yourself Change Herself Improvement
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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Flower Heart Lost Save
For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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Deep Desire End Philosophy
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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Evil Passionate Worst
Man is a mistake. He must go.
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Himself Leaving Let Go Man Mistake
Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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Animal Goodness True
There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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Secret Sex
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Heart Broken Love Myself
That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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Mad Myself Togetherness Woman
He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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Eyes Himself Live
He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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Feeling Goodness Heart Himself Live Lost Misery
They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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Freedom Goodness Live Man Philosophy Woman
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man World
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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Myself Sorry Wild
She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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Death Herself Shame Woman
You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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Death Love Myself Yourself

She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.

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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.

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