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Nov 2021
Sin
You beat the sun light right out of me,
endlessly
The sorrow your love bares falls on me,
beautifully
And I love you
Stars will shun the skies above me
Outside of your eyes
In moments you love me
Carelessly, cut me
Mirror, you are but a broken glass
I know not of recovery
I know now
Woe,

You love me
Stíofáinín
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Stíofáinín  30/F/Ireland
(30/F/Ireland)   
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