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Ciaran Burke
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Crying, my first sounds,and I cried for two years more.I cried for hunger, I cried of anger,I cried for love, I cried […]
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Sruwaddacon Bay 2nd November 2017 A solitary shell, open, empty, unwanted; filled with the gases we call air. Broken, divided, it can […]
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Quilty 23rd August 2017 Below the cliff, strata of the old world rises through the sand. Life hangs on, muscles with all […]
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The pretty pink dress coveted by admiring eyes discarded and stained never to be adorned again Attraction without affection the offering of […]
