| one more inch you son of a bitch ( @ 2006-01-06 08:34:00 |
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Prompt - day 6
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Reason #2830 I shouldn't do modposts before coffee: this almost went into
blackcest instead. *\o/* ONWARDS.
Beneath a night no longer May,
Where only cold stars shine,
One glimmering ocean spreads away
This haunted life of mine;
And, shattered on the frozen shore,
My harp can never wake,--
When will this night of death be o'er?
When will the morning break?
- William Winter, "The Night Watch"
Thanks to
busaikko for the prompt! ♥