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Dec 2021
But for the roof and a
toilet it would be no
different than being on
a street. His mattress is
of cardboard he rug rolls
at night on the upper
floor of an empty house.
One wrong decision, life's
daydream turns nightmare.
Memories haunt, aspirations
fade, hope deteriorates.

Ta an madra dubh ag teacht.



Finn Owens ©
15-12-2021
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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