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Dec 2020
I wish that time itself
Were a different meaning
A commodity I could bend and turn
Into a completely different existence being
And in nonsense found
The most sensible singers
Pleading to be heard again, together and
In such looks there can only be the one understandable meaning meant
You glance is haunting
And our seeing is what leads me to be
What nudges me towards believing
Colm
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Colm
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     Samara, Eshwara Prasad and j a connor
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