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Mar 2011
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The tragic story of a life not yet lived
I lie unburied
My bones shake like leafs in an autumn wind
Tears fall from my darkened eyes
Like solid pieces of silence
The hands you once held are now tied like knots
This is ugly,
Like the future.
We are constructed of light,
Like humiliation.
Sinead Anderson
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Sinead Anderson
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