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Oct 23
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:

"****."
β€œDestruction is a form of creation.”
fiachra breac
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fiachra breac  21/M/bΓ©al feirste
(21/M/bΓ©al feirste)   
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