8th February 2014.
The misdeed.
I look on morosely to that
horizon line with
blood on my lips,
and my words of courtesy
Ignite your eyes a' splendor;
Your forgiveness will not
be found in a bottle
Whilst
A dancing verdict
Hides by the valley floor.
You must walk on now,
My love,
And never look back.
Poetry by John Ashleigh

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Written on 2014-02-08 at 01:49
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