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Ciaran Burke
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Lonely on bridge of old, walk past bridge of new, summer wind blowing cold, nothing is what they do, huddled into a fold, charity […]
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Am I alive? lying at the edge of darkness awaiting the slow death of night that surrenders to the rebirth of day […]
Quilty 23rd August 2017 Below the cliff, strata of the old world rises through the sand. Life hangs on, muscles with all […]
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Spires reaching in bloom finding heaven in the light rooted in the deposits of earth fed by the detritus of the dead […]