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francis-patrick-mcnulty

francis-patrick-mcnulty

Born, and I will die.

heart love soul beneath life ordinary will wait moment door dreams morning dream light left concrete sleeps roam night corner time desires street lives good fingers city complete emptiness shadows death evening driftless hearts drifting rock moon bye shadow strangers full waiting affair pause wordless eyes deepest sorrow blew loves empty repeats loosen burns endeavor leaving lays touch tomorrow untitled grind cease side restless separating sun star path beat pool digresses mist beats fountains caf bones hands wind keeps small pillow room missing reflecting passing drown stain born seeps ajar body earth await flows breath dead aware weary homeless sleep floor lines wander separated long letting underlying eddied sharing dissolve pulse cruel paths thirsts couch stillness living starves stayed knot emily sounds imparts hue footsteps endeavors knew foment shoes subtle shrouding hips faithful lain sundry open dust mars porch isles casting unfrozen mine waters lite longer distracted subliminal quaff deceit