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Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be
savagely
still.
T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be
savagely
still.
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