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Feb 2018
I am cradled inside the sanctity of own my head
Outside, I'm left for dead
Dragged trough the afterhour
In a pool of red
I'm overpowered
Reverting to a fetal form
I sleep in the eye of this storm
Endlessly astray, diminished and torn but eventually I always find my way back home
Stíofáinín
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Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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