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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Sunday, 18 December 2016

Green

Butterfly wings and curtain ropes
Such things too green for nature glow
As the moss that grows on mountain streams
Or the young man's buoyant hopes.

The night's torches cut through dreams
As illness cuts a life too short,
And the scent of immortality burns
A lustrous iridescent green.
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