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Dec 2016
we were a museum full of art
but you had your eyes closed
your name felt silky and sweet on the tip of my tongue

when you lay in bed at night
did the sound of my voice ring through your head until you fell asleep
or was it just me?

there we stood
in the few seconds between calm and chaos
you looked at me like I was the only thing you wanted to see
you said the words I longed to hear
i didn’t hear what you said
but yet
you were still in front of me.
Niamh Collins
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