Mervyn Peake Quote
The crumbs blow free down the pointless seaTo the beat of a cakey heartAnd the sensitive steel of the knife can feelThat love is a race apartIn the speed of the lingering light are blownThe crumbs to the hake above, And the tropical air vibrates to the droneOf a cake in the throes of love.
Mervyn Peake
The crumbs blow free down the pointless seaTo the beat of a cakey heartAnd the sensitive steel of the knife can feelThat love is a race apartIn the speed of the lingering light are blownThe crumbs to the hake above, And the tropical air vibrates to the droneOf a cake in the throes of love.
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