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Nov 2018
When I'm There

After all of the noise
Of all the days
Of the all time spent prior

When I'm there

All that's left is silence
All that's left is the sound of the wind as it breathes
Through the spheric nature of me
At the end if the yearlong road
Colm
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Colm
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