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Jun 2020
Crows cackle at the edges of my eyelids
They goad me into wanting sleep
But my mind, my mind
Cares not for that most lesser need
Cause the sight of you to prove your existence
Means more than rest to me

Means more than the rest to me
Colm
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Colm
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