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Ciaran Burke
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After my fall, I lieAs I have been lying,to create a mythology of existence,the reality of an untruthful truth.I lie, waiting for […]
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Texting against the monument waiting for the meeting Bells of the tram Saturday night belles orange glows and abundant flesh Hispanic cacaophony […]
The wind is bending the wood green clothed branches wave clouds race grey white confusion bustled by the tumult of currents leaves […]
Danzig, not Gdansk the dark tones in the dim light Misfit, the voice unexpected strangers smile exchange, embrace lone souls resigned alone […]