From the Telephone
Out of the dark cup
Your voice broke like a flower.
It trembled, swaying on its taut stem.
The caress in its touch
Made my eyes close.
by Florence Ripley Mastin (1886-1968)
Video by Jonas Åkerlund
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From the Telephone
Out of the dark cup
Your voice broke like a flower.
It trembled, swaying on its taut stem.
The caress in its touch
Made my eyes close.
by Florence Ripley Mastin (1886-1968)
Video by Jonas Åkerlund
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