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Nov 2016
Dig a lot deeper
My shallow son
Under the surface, the skin, the lies
There's a lost soul, straying, on the run

Seeking out for something real
Something to release that fear

Haunted by the meandering, flickering thoughts
Hearts racing and pacing
Dare we speak it, we dare not
Clodagh O'Sullivan
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Clodagh O'Sullivan
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   Doug Potter
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