Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints — Edith Sitwell
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Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints

— Edith Sitwell
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