Writing

And now all I am to you, is just a series of near misses. That almost intersected but never did.

The gardens are laid in rows and lines Laid out like a colourful maze, The gates are open from eight ‘til nine, All week, and S..

When your world moves in a different way Unsure where The wind will take My life is Like a coster Going up and down Even upside down Ev..

A WOMAN MISSES HER LOVER ONE MORNING IN 1997 IN DUBLIN.

What you feel when you miss something you know shouldn't have ended

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