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May 2015
Another conversation
with nothing to gain,
no party listening
to the breath leaving
the others lips.

Another battle -
lost,
through the art
of talking.
Words formulated
to fall upon deaf ears.

Language could be
the patron saint of the lost.
Causes lost,
and the death of love,
all because one
seemed greater than two.
Cíara McNamara
Written by
Cíara McNamara  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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