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It's half past eight. In this housing estate, Dooradoyle, Limerick cars are stirring, going to work. God I'm so ****** Spent the night watching 9/11 conspiracies, South Park and Family Guy. I sent you a txt at five past one. Wish I could have whispered it into your ear. I know it will be hours before you wake. The thing with having small arms — it drives you to reach the top shelf. The moment you were born, Charlie Lennon composed The Dawn Chorus to signal a day; glorious, still far from over. When I stay over, you’re 9ft away — alone in another room. May as well be a mile past the edge of the universe. You give me your jumper to take to bed, to touch, to smell. And again, as I am leaving home; as now — sober, on a bus back to Galway. It's raining, but I'm in love with you.
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Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 2:57 PM UTC
Tell me your Dreams
It's half past eight. In this housing estate, Dooradoyle, Limerick cars are stirring, going to work. God I'm so ****** Spent the night watching 9/11 conspiracies, South Park and Family Guy. I sent you a txt at five past one. Wish I could have whispered it into your ear. I know it will be hours before you wake. The thing with having small arms — it drives you to reach the top shelf. The moment you were born, Charlie Lennon composed The Dawn Chorus to signal a day; glorious, still far from over. When I stay over, you’re 9ft away — alone in another room. May as well be a mile past the edge of the universe. You give me your jumper to take to bed, to touch, to smell. And again, as I am leaving home; as now — sober, on a bus back to Galway. It's raining, but I'm in love with you.
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Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 2:57 PM UTC
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