April 17
All days wrapped into one hour
All words wrapped into one moment
Relived forever and ever
Like a black dead diamond
Rolled about the fingers
Each facet felt
And the dull sparkle of a dying ember
Tossing light which cannot be seen around the room
April 18, 2010
Ⓒ April 18, 2010 by Luke DeLalio
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