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Ciaran Burke
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From the fog I emergedopposing the the needleas the road submitted tomy acceleration the whiteline broken merging withmy constant velocity driving me […]
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Below the dark grey linesnothing marks the sand that is a cove for a timeshelled colonies sleep during the ocean’s retreateach minute […]
Looking in to the blue the dome of incarcerationthat seems at once to beinfinite and minuscule trapped into my limited viewfrom the cast iron […]
Bed clothes dishevelled and thrownthe evidence of a beautiful tryst stains of longing washed and the remainssouvenir strandsof hairs static attachment stranded timelingering of mutual attraction tired body […]