The rueful ache of time
kissing
goodbye
to
our everywhere
is
rather bittersweet.
The kind of burnt-black and acrid taste of burnt toast.
Strange enough,
it is also
the kind of sweet like
honey and brown sugar
dotting
the centre of it.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC
The rueful ache of time
kissing
goodbye
to
our everywhere
is
rather bittersweet.
The kind of burnt-black and acrid taste of burnt toast.
Strange enough,
it is also
the kind of sweet like
honey and brown sugar
dotting
the centre of it.
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