Edifice

Monday, May 23, 2011

'Staring together at all those flaky ceilings
Mourning all the apocalypses that await
Forgetting this, for some sweetly dirty work
Could you have some use for me again?
And there was another of those faraway sighs
Blowing the parlour up in the lamplight

All I needed - and got
was a warm, wet place
Where I put my weary face'

- Don Hejo on why she wasn't known as Jahaanara

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