I looked silently at her lips. All women are lips, all lips. Some are pink and firmly round: a ring, a tender guardrail from the whole world. And then there are these ones: a second ago they weren't here, and just now--like a knife-slit--they are here, still dripping sweet blood.
Yevgeny Zamyatin
"We"
Pack Your Bags, We're Moving!
4 years ago
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