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Interlude
Quietly, she spoke of tea, toast, the after smell of cigars,
Let us say we met in a room: curtained, peeling, private.
Briefly she consulted the winter afternoon,
Reviewed the deadening, leadening sky.
It was discreetly done.
No presences danced beyond no lifted curtains.
Darkness had silted us away.
Words, like s...
Let us say we met in a room: curtained, peeling, private.
Briefly she consulted the winter afternoon,
Reviewed the deadening, leadening sky.
It was discreetly done.
No presences danced beyond no lifted curtains.
Darkness had silted us away.
Words, like s...
Thursday 23rd August 2012 3:33 am
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