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Posted by on Feb 13, 2014 in Poetry | 1 comment

Wring the Dark

If I could wring The dark from my brain, What of the spark Would remain? The matter is grey. Light itself is a stain In the colourless flux Of a winters day. And this...

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Posted by on Feb 7, 2014 in Poetry | 1 comment

When I’m Away

When I’m away I want you to miss me When I get back I want you to kiss me While I am driving I’ll think of your eyes Whenever I gaze at the clear winter skies If...

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