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Ciaran Burke
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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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Spray from the road washes the clean propelled existence soaked in fumes daily speed routine wearing down rubber year round daily pilgrims […]
Post solstice sunlight low in my eyescombustion propulsion battering airturbulence the resistance breakinggoing south in the freezing sunrise.The quietest morning of good […]
