” I had watched the veil fall and now held it’s creamy silken contours in my hands as I slowly started my ascent. As I began to climb the stairs I could hear the voices of the others in the distance becoming more and more muffled. My heart began to pound louder and louder like a thunderstorm in my heaving breast. Then suddenly I heard a new voice. Someone was singing. The song was so lovely …. so …. mournful.

via ‘The Past Tense Of Youth’ on ‘Blurb’ — Bourgeoise Bloomers

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