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Ciaran Burke
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Reflecting, the world is not as it seems.Appearing static on the great flow,images distorted, golden lines blurred, wrinkled colours shiver in my […]
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Golden liquids, white topping blackempty vessels and glasses half fullnight around the table, sitting highbonded by the past, union of the reunited […]
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The strong walls we buildprotecting our private worldsvestibules of our secrecycompartments for our sanity.Rooms, communal we sharecostumed and clothed,or private places secured […]
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Is the face in your mirror notthe beauty that looks at me?A nose too big, uneven ears,brows that bush, lips too thin?Parental […]
