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Jul 2015
In silence I wait for what is real,

Watching the wandering souls,
                                                         Their home on the streets,

Urgency speaks nothing but lies,
How quickly I forget,
All that is meaningless,


Failing to grasp what slips through my fingers,
Content to live with unrest,

Restless for what is next.

~LC~
LC
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LC  Ireland
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   lucy winters
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