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Dec 2015
There are shadows of my former self
left scattered among the paths I've walked.
There are tears painting pictures
torn from all I've loved.
There are words spoken that have awoken
sleeping lies I've cried.
There are dreams forgotten by lonely rhymes
until the time is right.
Ian Canavan
Written by
Ian Canavan  Galway
(Galway)   
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