Saturday, February 25, 2012

Pg. 131

her tottering
walked across
incoördinated steps,
balance unaffected by
and eyeless, his
where at once.
monotonously :
the stuff. One
He shook

That's the stuff.
they do - dope you ?

twitched up then
eyes and she manage
the floor, the girl
Spade slapping

Her eyelids twitch
golden-brown eyes
the final consonant.
They walked the
up with Spade, Spade
yellow silk with both
remained hard and
left, right, turn
three, four.

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