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Oct 2020
I never lived in a house where
there was a television, which
means my home is not to norm.

Furniture grazes, empty chairs
have a panoramic vista through
window's, shadows intermingle.

Shelf life extends well beyond
sell by dates, books bond in a
disorder of colours and stature.

There are no optical impediments
no unusable passages traversing
anode and cathode rights of ray.

Tall sprouting vases protruding
floral arrangements natural statues
adorn wooden leg island plateaus.

Liberated walls of glazed framed
expression harmonising with the
stilling silences of an echoless din.

Reflections being the silhouette
motions of an imaginative movie
produced and directed by myself.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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   Imran Islam
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