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Ciaran Burke
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The place where you used to sitno longer has your shape.Your framed face adorns a wall,now your presence is gone.The greeting of […]
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Behind the locked doorshe answers no moretrapped between her silenceand the safe house rulesa desperate prison of refuge where no visitors are allowed.Live […]
Monument of steel construction conductor of current alternating power along the slack dark lines strung out from the metal matrix A tower […]
I see the light, bright and positivewe should be grateful for the daysloping grey lines on cupboard doorthe blue sky blinds my […]
