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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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Today I walkedin the steps of a year agomoving across a plain through the pastfeet displacingdew droplets from bladesmemories cutdeep through the presentdark […]
Golden Strand Beach 1st November 2017 Green waving with the wind, grey resists while gold and white take to the air, to […]
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The empty path leads on a cold walkthrough the still green winter grassto a solitary seated soul alonethe sole incumbent of the […]
