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Jul 2019
Crashed upon your island of isolation,  
Delivered 2nd class by your ocean of emotion,
And directed by an eclipsed moon’s mind.
What treasures shall you find?

From the foam of a reddened sea
You’ll discover a bag of lies,

and me.
Kieran
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