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Oct 2018
emotions collide in great crashing waves
as I career from sea to land to bed.
head full of static,
perpetually stuck
between channels.
white noise drenching
my soul in
rich and vibrant grey.

faint images trace across
my faulty mind,
and, for a second,
I catch a glimpse of β€”
a line must be drawn,
and it is here I must decide,

upon which pillow to lay my head.
I am not ready for this yet.
fiachra breac
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fiachra breac  21/M/bΓ©al feirste
(21/M/bΓ©al feirste)   
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