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Dec 2014
a burned chair
six cigarettes stubbed out
an empty bottle of champagne; absinthe

"If only."

a long whistling breath precedes a long draught of red wine.
a long day.
a longer remembering.

"If only I weren't stupid."

I rub my feet in silence.
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     Anto MacRuairidh and CapsLock
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