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In the glow of strong cider
We were telling stories of our futures together
Under the rain of a new season
When she turned to me and said
'We don’t know if you'll be here next year'
I had stitched the skin too tight around the bones
Leaving no space in between when
Rushing to close the gaps of pain
And I realised I couldn't hold all of me
Leaving them to repair my seams when I ripped apart
In the dark the streets were flooding
Niamh is a writer and full time mother to her cat who spent much of her teenage years being pretentious about music and developing a nicotine habit. She loves history books, band t-shirts and sleeping in late.
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