And time flames like a paraffin stove /
And what it burns are the minutes I live.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
missing book
If you were a copy of Bertolt Brecht's The Art of Living Together: Poems on Theatre that had a very delicate (some would say pamphlet-like) nature, and I had put you somewhere to keep you safe...where would you be?
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In another book which I had been reading at or around that same time.
Or, alternatively, in the bowels of the kitten named Iris!
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