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There is hardly a worse phrase Or a worse feeling Than day one It is heavy, like a rock swallowed whole; An interrupted clock Re-wound, reset   For what seems the Hundredth time Day one since… It echoes in the mind, A painful peal reverberating Through the cavernous halls Of the heart – Newly empty Empty, save the wine Spilled by guests Who left too soon
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
The Looking Back - #2
There is hardly a worse phrase Or a worse feeling Than day one It is heavy, like a rock swallowed whole; An interrupted clock Re-wound, reset   For what seems the Hundredth time Day one since… It echoes in the mind, A painful peal reverberating Through the cavernous halls Of the heart – Newly empty Empty, save the wine Spilled by guests Who left too soon
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
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