I remember/ how seeing the shape of your mouth/ that first time,
I kept staring/ until my blood turned to rain.
— T.S. Eliot, from "Slow Dance"
I kept staring/ until my blood turned to rain.
— T.S. Eliot, from "Slow Dance"
Brassaï. Couple d'amoureux dans les Jardins des Champs-Elysées. Paris. 1932.
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