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Jan 2019
I sit here in wonder untill the smoke runs clear
Countless minitues without the fear
What do I do when the time is up
Perception shifts like hands on a broken clock
Opposing themselves while falling behind
Seconds away from occupying your time
Knock knock
I'm still in my prime
Just replicating the echoes that procure your time
Aspirations that only ever confine
Here, where I am unable to omit,
Breathlessly I've collapsed
Over and over you
Stíofáinín
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Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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