My soul is a pale, tenuous membrane..."That was pleasing: a thin, tenuous membrane. It had the right anatomical quality. Tight blown, quivering in the...
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The world and the friends that lived in it are shadows: you alone remain real in this drowsing room.
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Shut lips, sleeping faces,Every stopped machine,The dumb and littered placesWhere crowds have been:.All silences rejoice,Weep (loudly or low),Speak-bu...
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He wanted to imprison his nameless misery in words.
