09-25-2014, 05:53 PM
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I Know One Thing
Pile the ashes
into a hill.
Burned paper, dry
leaves, unceremoniously.
Flames quiet,
drain colours out
and shrivel what's left.
Pile the ashes,
no pulp, no ink,
just grey.
original:
I Know One Thing
Pile the ashes
up into a hill.
Burnt paper, dried
leaves, without romance.
Flames flat, quiet,
drain colours out
and shrivel what's left.
Pile the ashes,
no white, no black,
just grey.
I Know One Thing
Pile the ashes
into a hill.
Burned paper, dry
leaves, unceremoniously.
Flames quiet,
drain colours out
and shrivel what's left.
Pile the ashes,
no pulp, no ink,
just grey.
original:
I Know One Thing
Pile the ashes
up into a hill.
Burnt paper, dried
leaves, without romance.
Flames flat, quiet,
drain colours out
and shrivel what's left.
Pile the ashes,
no white, no black,
just grey.
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