"Don't think of me;
this moment, blot
out
this voice of mine. These
looks
irresistible to me though you are
avert your gaze from mine.
Consider, instead,
A Memory in Teakwood
Magnolia Wash;
voices ring down a corridor,
rising, and fading,
fading and rising;
or the spiralling diaphanous mystery of childhood",
I said.
She said, "Ooh,
You don't half talk some ****
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
"Don't think of me;
this moment, blot
out
this voice of mine. These
looks
irresistible to me though you are
avert your gaze from mine.
Consider, instead,
A Memory in Teakwood
Magnolia Wash;
voices ring down a corridor,
rising, and fading,
fading and rising;
or the spiralling diaphanous mystery of childhood",
I said.
She said, "Ooh,
You don't half talk some ****
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