• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 04
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This House Between Our Ears

HE: This house between our ears, dearest, is mine.

SHE: Is it not the Trinity's domain?
I see how you look- but you must know!
Nothing is ours; nothing is ours.

HE: Oh, relent!
Relent falsifying ourselves, ourself.
There is no Trinity but my fork!
But we are.

SHE: "But we are." Of all the pitch
You could speak, that is the most defiling.
This house between our ears, darling, is cold.