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It’s a box, an angry tutting box. Metal claws and square language. Round the roll the smooth contemptuous paper waits for the thoughts to fall. Old and rusty they take up space that could be used for mugs or books or biscuits. Posted By Vicky Ellis On 12.19.2010 @ 8:51 am
It’s a box, an angry tutting box. Metal claws and square language. Round the roll the smooth contemptuous paper waits for the thoughts to fall. Old and rusty they take up space that could be used for mugs or books or biscuits.
