Revolutions die in their own red...Red betrays.
Never trust a woman who wears red and black.
---Derek Jarman.
But the crow is something...Their shades. It's so black in there you can see purple in there.
---Roth.
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4 comments:
and a woman who wears purple? :-)
I don't know; it's not in the book. Suspect, I suspect.
nothing is in the book(s), just in your blood ;-)
nothing is in the book(s), just in your blood ;-)
Gosh, that's a bit extreme. I don't think your students would appreciate those lines!
:-)
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