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Apr 2020
Ruminate through me as the ache of trees
The quiet joyful tears of rain
Which ripple and shake
The ground beneath

These stars, this shimmering gleaming shine
Never tasted half so sweet in mind
As when I am with you
And underneath
Colm
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Colm
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