This Train Will Not Stop
"the little darling was dead like an angelfish ballooning forth over a paradeshe drifted through the angular renderings (of her own beauty)"
"the city alight with rows of burning beds"
"the little darling was dead like an angelfish ballooning forth over a paradeshe drifted through the angular renderings (of her own beauty)"
"the city alight with rows of burning beds"