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Oct 2014
Your beauty punctured my soul while I slept,
I woke to realise,
The music had stopped playing,
You were pumping through my blood,
And now through the holes,
A thousand poems spill out.

~LC~
LC
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LC  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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