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May 2018
you are gone but fragments remain -
lodged in my eyes, catching my throat,
digging deep into my chest.

i cover up; laughter and smiles
and bad jokes and new music
and new interests and new people
and new plans and new futures

but those old pieces of you remain -
buried behind my moans, my groans,
tied tightly to the back wall of my brain.
it's a weird ol' brain time, ach tá a fhios agat fhéin.

working it out bit by bit.
fiachra breac
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fiachra breac  23/Non-binary/béal feirste
(23/Non-binary/béal feirste)   
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