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As A Child I Prayed For Death To Release, Now No More By Jessica Ni Leacai
What a kind creature, you comforting came, When nighttime soured the evening flowers, And I lingered lonely there for you the same. How helplessly, hanging on has haggard worth, For thoughts imprisoned all these visions, And your dust disintegrating in damned dirt. Would not … Continue reading
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Rambling in These Streets by Jessica Ni Leacai
How I wish your rambling roguery would lead you lovingly to your destination, That your youth was spent not so solo, as this one man parade of partying pleasure. How oft do I shelter your shadow a greeting of rain … Continue reading
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In Rite, In Ritual, Burn It All by Jessica Ni Leacai
How these deaths were dealt, by such soured sailored seas, divvying up our disastrous takings, And we would long for lighthouses, Yet no bells bellowed for yours this sad Sunday. Her and her mourning,mellowed melodies, lace upon lips in shadows … Continue reading
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Ode to the Apoidea of Nectar’s Delight by Jessica Ni Leacai
Come to quick me, oh sweet honey bee, with your hive and buzzing swarm. Bombilates you sing, harmonised by your queen, of nectared air in a summer warm. In fluttering breeze, dance the pollen trees, of flowering pistils and fantasy’s … Continue reading
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No Winds for Cold Shoulders by Jessica Ni Leacai
What crime committed here, an octave above your displeasure, a fool left in his leisure. The swelter how it traveled, in this concrete desert of refutes, heating my glass caging. And me elevated above demolition, these ruins of metropolis burning, … Continue reading
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In Honesty, My Stalks Wither by Jessica Ni Leacai
I am no flower, on a bush, be I pulled petals you plucked. In what good, my petals, be they bruised and of no use? I am no more, the avenger, be I planted plausibly or not. In dark nor … Continue reading
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The Perfect Day Ireland- Wedding site
