These fragments I have shored against my ruins. October 9 / AntiJenX / 0 Comments 51.52 (the wasteland and other poems, t.s. eliot) a year of sundays Previous post Random Wednesday Next post I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Δ
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