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Dec 2016
i recite the weirdly, wonderfully woven words you say to them to myself when no one is around
i leave little leads of tangents around different rooms like crumbs for someone to follow me
you are the only one whose thoughts i subconsciously hear when i need to hear something most
when i am bound by solitude and my romantic ode to it

you are the one that wakes me up
Niamh Collins
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   Balaguer, ---, Mark Tilford and Azaria
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