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Ciaran Burke
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The engine still runningits rhythm and hum out of tune with the randompercussion of precipitation onthe metal roof andthe tuneless screech ofworn out […]
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Your fall, golden death, so admired. Wind blown, destination unknown. A surrender to the air laid to temporary relief. Vulnerable, at […]
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Standing above the flow That washes through history fields once filled with blood of victory still haunt the present Old routes meander […]
