"Happy New Year," cried the bells.
Millions of miles away, another shred of time breathed its last.
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Salt And Ink
Poetry(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles...
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"Happy New Year," cried the bells.
Millions of miles away, another shred of time breathed its last.
