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Sep 2017
What's my relation to this self flagellation
It's in the frame of isolation
Chasing virtue with pure determination
Inhabited by apprehension of a human condition
I burn like star
I think, therefore I am
Scalded
Born into sin
Drifting evermore from salvation
in the gut of of a cynic
I am the cause, and effect
I am my own creation
Stíofáinín
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Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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   David Noonan and Pagan Paul
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