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Mar 2020
You plead with the sea to take you forevermore
I stretch my low legs wandering amidst the shore,
between idioms that fly up over head
Resounding each other with the sound of thunder,
we rouse the dead
Misplaced memories stream in with the tide
Out of moment, you commit to cast them aside
And give life to a place where no man can go
No need to justify what condition could not show
Intentions adrift in your world out there
Time stands still in a place that has no need to care, untouched by Verity's hands
I'll forever wander these parallel lands
Reflecting a fickle affection and a cold hand in mine own
Counting shells of stray moments that only play out when we're alone
Stíofáinín
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Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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