Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Fuck It: Both Soiled Hands

"And the light crept up between the shutters
And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed’s edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands." 
t.s. eliot

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