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The mediator between the hands and the head must be the heart
a pile of dust where a fun girl used to be
I sold a house with a ghost in it
There's something about a church that just gives you the need to giggle
There is a place between floating aimlessly with your head in the clouds and just scraping by in the mud-realm of men and commerce.
Noding left handed whilst flipping the birdie at sad people
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light
All paths are intersections
We need to stop this
the last time I clobbered a human soul it was over a red-nosed girl and a schoolbook in County Derry
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