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Ciaran Burke
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Looking in to the blue the dome of incarcerationthat seems at once to beinfinite and minuscule trapped into my limited viewfrom the cast iron […]
You were there when my screams were bornin your arms sating my hunger the milk of motherhoodfeeding with love cradled in boundless […]
Danzig, not Gdansk the dark tones in the dim light Misfit, the voice unexpected strangers smile exchange, embrace lone souls resigned alone […]
The White building in Phnom Pehn was home to hundreds of families, and although the building had seen better days in terms […]
