Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Anglophile

The grey, damp filthiness of ages

You leave a taste
A bitter one
I have searched for your springs
But people, they stagnate with time
Like water, like air
To you
I cling.



- extracted from England - Polly Jean Harvey
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