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Aug 2015
I needed air,
A reminder of how small I was,
So I climbed to the highest point I could,
Watched the sky's spectrum travel around me,
Witnessed a bright moon stare at me through pink blurs,
Like a caring mother watching over her children,
And felt cold air soothe my broken head,
Until all the dead nightmares emptied my mind.
I actually did climb to my roof to write this
Tim Buggy
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Tim Buggy  Dublin
(Dublin)   
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