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Apr 2021
spin me like an old record fine
with a crackling sea
in an endless summers day to see

and hear what you will
I, between these vinal keys
humming brightly refined

wherever memories may be
there also you will find
the shores on which our oceans first met

this
continual
collide
not sure where these come from, but I'm glad they visit occasionally
Colm
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Colm
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     emma, Safana and ryn
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