Hang loosely from your frame:
Long, lean, exquisite.
Holes in the knees
Match the holes in your heart
And in mine: bored through by those we meet
With the sweetest pain.
What do you keep in your pockets?
Portable property-do you value it as Mr. Jaggers's clerk did?
I know you have two faces, as did he.
In your castle you are serene, affectionate.
Here you have Wemmick's letter-box mouth
And reveal none of what you feel.
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 1:32 PM UTC
Hang loosely from your frame:
Long, lean, exquisite.
Holes in the knees
Match the holes in your heart
And in mine: bored through by those we meet
With the sweetest pain.
What do you keep in your pockets?
Portable property-do you value it as Mr. Jaggers's clerk did?
I know you have two faces, as did he.
In your castle you are serene, affectionate.
Here you have Wemmick's letter-box mouth
And reveal none of what you feel.
- From Terms of Endearment
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