TE16 Turkish Delight

Medusa table that said ambrosia on it. Finding an ashtray, I got rid of the cigarette, hastily putting out the flames, I salvaged the letter that had spiral motives that looked like snakes on its edges and started reading at once. Medusa’s Letter Myexistence isbothamirroranddeath. Thosewho lookatMedusa are imprisoned by her demonic stare and turn into stone, but I am a mirror, I reflect the evil inside you back at you. I’m among the creatures that stand guard in Hell in Dante’s Divine Comedy , in Milton’s Paradise Lost . My name echoes in the underworld for my duty is to keep the living away from this world. Just like at Hades, you cannot look at me; would you look at Death? Would you look at Medusa? It’s a poetic death those who catch my eyes taste. Or it’s thatfleetingmoment thatdeathand lovemeets. Their hearts are petrified, metaphorically, and filled with melancholy; it’s some sort of coup de foudre 4 that they experience. The snakes where my hair is supposed to be symbolize sin; isn’t it that Satan who fell from Heaven was disguised as a snake? Now, here, myexistence isflickering likeacandle light inanacrusis melodies, in the slightest uneasiness of thoughts. One day, I will hold everyone who has imprisoned me into a notion of mood responsible. I am standing on the other side of the mirror and reflect what is going through your mind. Then, I pick among themwhichever is worth continuing with. You were one of them. Your friend Sintom came to Istanbul to visit you seven years ago, and he passed this duty to you by penetrating under your skin

4. Love at first sight (French)

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