"I would come with a towel in my hand
And bend your head beneath my knees;
Your ears curl back in a certain way
Like no one else’s in the world.
When all the world shall melt in the sun,
Melt or freeze,
I shall remember how your ears were curled."
T. S. Eliot, from “The Love Song of St. Sebastian” in Inventions of the March Hare (via proustitute)
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