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Ciaran Burke
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Would our parents still approve if I was poor if I quit my job of social standing became a gardener refused to […]
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Say sorry… move on as you do when brushing shoulders with an accidental street stranger. Protect the flock do not scapegoat the […]
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Remains Lying lost in blankets The tiny skeletal form Not yet the remains We wait for her to go. A brief moment […]
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The pavementbore my burdenunder the orangeof suburban nightboxes of uniformitydeveloper of rowsemitting the warm glowunwelcoming blinded lightsthe homogenous hedgesmaintain neighborly relations.I the […]
