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Mar 2011
A new chapter in my life
The pages are tattered and torn
The binding worn
Read through it
And there's still no answer

Hold one ear against the ground
But the dirt, it makes no sound
A pregnant bubble of silence

My eyes,
Widened by surprise
Covered with flies
I **** the sky dry
Trying to keep myself breathing
But each inspiration leaves me with a bitter taste

I need to breathe you in again
Take you in
Fixation
Consumption with hope
Desire

For no one
but you.
Sinead Anderson
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Sinead Anderson
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