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Spined brambles hang in the once windowed arch vine like pendulums swing with the breeze ticking off time in painless repetition measurement […]
Killiney Beach 26th August 2017 Light leaving the stones, people let the sea to be, To wash the pebbles with white foam, […]
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Old rings of summers past turn to ash the carbon captured in arboreal growth released in the nocturnal combustion. We sit, our […]
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I thought I wished for a seat of solitude forever happy to be in introverted silenceto be comfortable alone in the nowherefinding solace […]
