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Aug 2015
When the words
Crumble when spoken,
Carried on the breeze
And tossed aside
For their worth.

When the words
That trip your tongue
And leave rivers of blood
On nervous lips
Are lost forevermore.

Your eyes shall hold
Your truth.
niamh
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niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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