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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ𖤝: 𖣦 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐬. ࣭ /a;llure/ ࣭ ✢ Next to my own skin, pearls. my mistress bids me wear them warm them until evening when i'll brush hair at six place them round her cool white throat all day think of resting in the yellow room contemplating silk or taffeta which gown tonight? dream about in my attic bed picture dancing with puzzled by my faint persistent scent beneath her french perfume milky stones. ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ... < 𖣲 > : 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 deserters but move in a common rhythm when the food must come in or the fire be put out. the work of the world is common as mud botched it smears the hands crumbles to dust but the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies clean and evident greek amphoras for wine or oil hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used. the pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is realㅤㅤㅤ -------------------------------- ㅤㅤ ㅤ𝑺𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒔 . ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ"Many things seem to have done ㅤ ㅤbackward as a child wanted to be older ㅤ now trying to remember why and what it ㅤㅤwas like to have to pretend day after day" ...𖣊  : Saw places that did not recognize until later on when nothing was left of them any more there were meetings and partings that passed me at the time like train windows with the days slipping across them and long afterward the moment and sense of them came to me burning there were faces knew for years and the nearness of them began only when they were missing and there were seasons of anguish recalled with affection joys lost unnoticed and searched for later with no sign to show where they had last been there with me and there was love which is thought to be a thing of youth. ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ𝑖𝑙 : — Ël(ə)gānt １９９７ Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, like salt in a weakened broth. feel the future dissolve in a moment what you held in your hand, how you ride and ride what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. thinking the bus will never stop, سيحدق الركاب الذين يأكلون الذرة والدجاج من النافذة إلى الأبد قبل أن تتعلم الجاذبية اللطيفة التي يجب أن تسافر إليها حيث يرقد الهندي في المعطف الأبيض ميتًا على جانب الطريق ، كيف كان الشخص الذي سافر طوال الليل بخطط و النفس البسيط الذي ظل حياً. ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓸𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬. whistling softly reaching with a slim woolen arm into the cart first balanced them over the wire before realizing the danger of bruising and lifting them back out cradling them in the crook of elbow until something harder could take that bottom space. knew from the hat, one of those fine porkpie numbers they used to sell on roosevelt road. it had lost its feather but he had carefully folded a dollar bill and slid it between the ribbon and the felt. ㅤㅤㅤ