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  Sep 2015 Anto MacRuairidh
bones
The last man alive
raised his gun
and emptied it
into the sun
as it sank
out of sight
left alone
in the night
he couldn't decide
what he'd won.
what will we do when
there is nothing left to ****
and nothing left to die for?
  Sep 2015 Anto MacRuairidh
Sarah
I always wanted to
be in love

to feel the incessant
fire of
passion,
longing,
needing
someone all the
time

and now that I have fallen
plunged into the
pewter shades
of the prison
that is
obsession,
I want to go back

Love is a road that
forks into
a myriad
of arteries
where once
in the pulse
of continuity
one cannot
regress

I'd never wish
the
hopeless pain of
insatiable love
on
anyone
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