t.s. said: “we are the hollow men, the stuffed men”. here we are… ”
whispering with dried voices that are so quiet and meaningless as wind in dry gr-ss. or in our cellar, rats feet over broken gl-ss…a shape without form”. (from “the hollow men” t.s.eliot).
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