The sweet, reassuring drone
of the furnace
and
the invariant scratch
of graphite on paper
The clock ticks faintly, a groan
a pulse's race
and
the slight sigh of a match
known sole to a draper.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
The sweet, reassuring drone
of the furnace
and
the invariant scratch
of graphite on paper
The clock ticks faintly, a groan
a pulse's race
and
the slight sigh of a match
known sole to a draper.
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