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Jun 2015
We wrote our lives
unto hopefilled parchment
and sprayed upon it
the perfume of our souls.
They used it to wipe
away their bitter tears
and held a match to it.
But that just means
we float forever
on a higher wind
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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