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As you took old Mr Wheale to the lavatory and sat and watched he didn’t fall or slide you recalled the night before lying in Mrs Tuba’s bed the curtains drawn against the night the street lamps shining through the bed soft and wide and she turning up the Mahler 5th and you thinking of the parish priest and what he’d say if he could have seen you there smoking naked and bare the book you’d bought on the side the Solzhenitsyn gulag book she wanted to read the dresser and chest of drawers and photos on the side nearly done Mr Wheale said breaking through your thoughts his cataract eyes staring into space and you remembered Mrs Tuba coming in the room dressed in her pink dressing gown open down the middle her big ******* inviting her big blues eyes smiling turned up the Mahler she said bought these two whiskies and she laid them on the side and climbed into her bed I’m done Mr Wheale said and so you did what was needed and helped him dress and on his way his metal frame walker shuffled along the passageway the music of Mahler‘s 5th a memory Mrs Tuba gone to sleep now you guessed the whiskies drunk the *** forgot a new day entered the window on your right swift it had gone that ****** night.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 3:25 AM UTC
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As you took old Mr Wheale to the lavatory and sat and watched he didn’t fall or slide you recalled the night before lying in Mrs Tuba’s bed the curtains drawn against the night the street lamps shining through the bed soft and wide and she turning up the Mahler 5th and you thinking of the parish priest and what he’d say if he could have seen you there smoking naked and bare the book you’d bought on the side the Solzhenitsyn gulag book she wanted to read the dresser and chest of drawers and photos on the side nearly done Mr Wheale said breaking through your thoughts his cataract eyes staring into space and you remembered Mrs Tuba coming in the room dressed in her pink dressing gown open down the middle her big ******* inviting her big blues eyes smiling turned up the Mahler she said bought these two whiskies and she laid them on the side and climbed into her bed I’m done Mr Wheale said and so you did what was needed and helped him dress and on his way his metal frame walker shuffled along the passageway the music of Mahler‘s 5th a memory Mrs Tuba gone to sleep now you guessed the whiskies drunk the *** forgot a new day entered the window on your right swift it had gone that ****** night.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 3:25 AM UTC
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