On infinite tenderness
Time deserts the scene – it could be a thousand and one years ‘fore I awake
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Time deserts the scene – it could be a thousand and one years ‘fore I awake
Keep reading‘All of it’, I think. Sure enough, I do all of it. I breathe and perspire, laugh into a
Keep readingThe neighbours don’t have dogs- they have teenagers. I’ve never feared for the…
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