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NO. 31 O'HIGGINS ROAD, CURRAGH CAMP, CO. KILDARE. I climb a stair that isn't there stand on a landing in mid-air each step I take creates the next part of the vanished house lost to time as see through as a cartoon ghost. This was (still is) for me No. 31 O'Higgins Road my world the universe of me. What was once my bedroom...is now a cloud a window become a moon night and its storm sit in our living room a bird tiptoes down the stair flying through nine year old me reaching for the light switch to turn on what isn't there.
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
NO. 31 O'HIGGINS ROAD, CURRAGH CAMP, CO. KILDARE.
NO. 31 O'HIGGINS ROAD, CURRAGH CAMP, CO. KILDARE. I climb a stair that isn't there stand on a landing in mid-air each step I take creates the next part of the vanished house lost to time as see through as a cartoon ghost. This was (still is) for me No. 31 O'Higgins Road my world the universe of me. What was once my bedroom...is now a cloud a window become a moon night and its storm sit in our living room a bird tiptoes down the stair flying through nine year old me reaching for the light switch to turn on what isn't there.
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
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