I become gluttonous
on solitude,
the way a person luxuriates
in furs and silk,
Italian leather,
diamond rings.
The finer things.
What can possibly be finer
than silence?
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
I become gluttonous
on solitude,
the way a person luxuriates
in furs and silk,
Italian leather,
diamond rings.
The finer things.
What can possibly be finer
than silence?
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