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Feb 2013
When love grows out of time
And huddles in a grey season
Of distemper, beware chilling
Same, the deep low downing
Doldrums, the browning burn
Of the left alone flower, deftly
Dying laughter, stale motions,
The hollow rings entrapments
When love grows out of time.
Seán Mac Falls
Written by
Seán Mac Falls  Éire
(Éire)   
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