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Dec 2016
Black met White,
And together,
They drew Red.

The philosopher's stone was forged
In a head-on collision.

White Mother.
Black Other.
Red Child of Life.

Abandoned.
Born of conflict.
Forgotten but forever remembering.

The real holy trinity is a terrible tricolour.
Augustine Morphy
Written by
Augustine Morphy  Dublin
(Dublin)   
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   xerez bridglall
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