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Jun 2016
we were tangle-lost
and falling deeply -
as my skin brushed yours
the beating of our heart stilled -
joined -
and beat again.


There was looks in your eyes
that only I knew,
as we danced
under the lampshade of an old oak tree
I'd have given anything for thee.

now I sit alone
just me,
and some distant memories
Cíara McNamara
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Cíara McNamara  Ireland
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