Consumption (9/14/11)
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An unsmiling, a searching, a meaning gaze it was.
It was verging on dusk, and the clock had already given warning of
the first time I found St. John alone after this communication.
And when the embers sank to a dull red, I undressed
hastily, tugging…
(Source: yrknwnwn)
