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Ciaran Burke
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No faith, I walk my path no devils no angels shoulders unburdened after life I can wait to see no need to […]
Letter Beach 24th August 2017 No waves, marks left on silent sands, white lines on grey. Solitary shells, scattered stones, forgotten pools […]
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The White building in Phnom Pehn was home to hundreds of families, and although the building had seen better days in terms […]
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On waking I would stretchthen listen to clues while hopingin the curtained roomthe light blinded out for sleepingthere was a life outsidewind […]
