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Sep 2019
Your raven hair
A recollection now
Like the memory flown before your own

In the storm-lands flat as gasping chest
Your ghost was static on my fingertips
A whirlwind in my inland mind

How your wingless thoughts and seamless ways
Taught me to fly
On that fateless day
First Fall
Colm
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Colm
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