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Ashes Are Better Than Nothing
All that's left is wreckage
Debris from what's over
The time when I loved
No more the idle rover
Ashes are better than nothing
Half a loaf better than crumbs
Yet memories burn painfully
What's forfeited still numbs
Years that went quickly
Days that ran into sand
Left poignant memories
Your soft yielding hand
That May day at the beach
Sand caugh...
Thursday 8th October 2020 10:58 am
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