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Sep 2011
i call shotgun,
just to be closer to him.
They argue about seating, i see his emotions flare,
it hurts me to see him like this, so i volunteer.
but i dont fit. we dont fit.

He panics and drives, and leaves us there
it kills me but i cannot let it show
why cant i show this?
why cant i feel this?
Lorcan, the man,
of my dreams
Written by
Eoin Doyle
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