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Ciaran Burke
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Five hours I had been waitingnot quite she saidFour hours and forty seven minutessix ahead of you nowCold air in the waiting […]
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Counting the change hoping to make sense the clatter of copper as coin hits coin a constant metallic taunt of coming up […]
Letter Beach 24th August 2017 No waves, marks left on silent sands, white lines on grey. Solitary shells, scattered stones, forgotten pools […]
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Curtains quiver frail with golden light of a dormant city bowl cupped by hills of streets I awake with thoughts the midnight […]