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May 2015
Until it changed colour,
Until it came blood,
Until it fell battered,
Losing it's love.

Seemingly sturdy,
Stretch and then cover.
Stealing the seed, that
Comes from a lover.

Tripping and falling a
Way through the dark,
Hoping our head
Takes a grip on out heart.

Time after time
After time after time,
Carelessly, clumsily
Closing our minds.

Pausing to lean back
And leap for the Lamb.
Patiently wasting
The boy in the man.
Declan Mills
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Declan Mills  Dublin
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