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Oct 2019
shards scatter outwards like stars,
spiralling away from the centre of your universe

finding rest in soft, pink flesh,
wriggling close to the
warm cavern in my chest.

brilliant blinding light
shimmers beneath the surface;

short, sharp, shocked
intake of breath:

"****."
“Destruction is a form of creation.”
fiachra breac
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fiachra breac  23/Non-binary/béal feirste
(23/Non-binary/béal feirste)   
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