sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Sunday, August 02, 2015
His father's son
With senses like Waterford
And red ruby heart
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No summer kisses
Beneath the Emerald Isle
She waits patiently
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Autumn almost here
So distant a time since last
So distant the space
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August 2, 2015
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