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Jun 2013
Day
In another life
your farewell
was a dusk that born mourning,
the clatter of closing curtains
rung in the sorrow
of a sunless tomorrow.
Now there are no wailers
impaling the dawn,
but the sound of
pinned butterfly flight,
beating the silence of half-light.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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