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Jul 2017
No words will ever say or stay
The chilling storm
The quiet calm
Or the persistent want which cannot be reached

No
Words can only bridge those gaps
Which wish to be bridged  

Because storms give way to rampant floods
Which wash away the builders hopes
When poorly built

In such instances as these
Words are not always the best way
To build and begin again
Sometimes you need to let it be. To let it wash away. To wait. To be different. For something be it anything.
Colm
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Colm
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   Glass and Debbie Taylor
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