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Sep 2017
Axe
I linger here in this intense rapture
chasing fireflies I cant ever capture
warped in dark by my unfortunate nature
I am durable
I'll endure this danger
swallowing the words of a volatile stranger;
It's never enough
sanctioning this fixation is my curse
craving for concession with the patience of a saint
a sense of freedom is my only restraint
Stíofáinín
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Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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