...; the clear tongue of fire parted down the centre. the damned to the damned. Still as a favor, from time to time... a moment and a moment, and a moment and you'll wake in cold and ragged voicelessness. remember that. Measure your day in coffee cups, your evening in aches. But wake. There are things we needs must do to get by, young lady. Yours (after a fashion,) -J. Alfred Prufrock (after a ...

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