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last time
Mouth dry as an Egyptian coffin
I lie, a heap of ashes in your arms
Young passion is so wet and green
in age it darkens into smoke and bone
Smoulder up to death’s dark curtain darling
Dust to dust you always will be mine
My heart, a fire pit of braziers burning
Who knows when it is for the final time?
Wednesday 22nd June 2011 2:52 pm
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