Monday, 5 December 2011


I can’t remember the gold glint that caught us here, 
I hollowed myself, to be here,
leapt at the chance to carry on,
heaped on spoon after spoon,
the night of the night, darker,
richer depth, colder heart,
sewn together forever,
irrevocable, intangibly,
ever begetting

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