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The ceiling stayed white until i turned on the lightspreading the grey star shadow into existencepink butterfly lampshade, pendant around the bulbthe […]
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Waves, from the horizon they comeinfused with deaths of sunsetsthe births of days, carrying the beginningsof our being in depths of existenceWorld […]
Sandymount Strand 23rd April 2017 In the shadow of modern incineration and nostalgic stripes of white and red, sad sands are naked, […]