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Conclusion
By Padrig O’Tuama
The storm rocks
everything in its cradle;
the big nothing hammers away at the walls.
Mere yards from my bed
waves ride like exploding myths
to conclusion after conclusion
And, in the calm of the morning,
with things displaced and uprooted,
I’ll be reminded of you,
which will be as close as I’ll come
To forgetting you were ever here.
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