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Night was a flame
now morning’s an ash,
regret blacks my fingers
and darkens my laugh.
now morning’s an ash,
regret blacks my fingers
and darkens my laugh.
Published 20th Dec 2013
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30th Dec 2013 9:05pm
31st Dec 2013 1:58am
9th Jan 2014 10:21pm
"night was a flame
now morning’s an ash" -
a dense well of feeling in so few words (echoes of regrets still warm in the coals), so much so you probably don't even need the last two line
now morning’s an ash" -
a dense well of feeling in so few words (echoes of regrets still warm in the coals), so much so you probably don't even need the last two line
11th Jan 2014 6:18pm
