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Stíofáinín Aug 2017
Like a leaf in the wind
Fragile, weightless and discolored
misshapen is my heart
This transpsrancy has become an art
Floating through your sky
Observing insignifigant flakes of myself as I pass by
Your voice though vague, is in the air
Your words are the breeze
How am I to attain an adequate version of myself when I cant come down
stuck in your crooked damp root where once my heart could be found; I don't venture too close to the ground
Transient and lost in your sky, mislaying all substance as I pass myself by
Hark, my heart crepitates under your feet
How do I endure this woe
Tell me, are you friend or foe

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