written by: Eoghan Lyng
When this ends, I hope to travel
Killarney’s passageway, camped in
Oceanic spray mist.
Unleashed with my dog, lit up
And smiling with the communes
As we laugh, shudder, remember,
The acrimonious terror two lovers
When all this is over, I hope
To recover the laughter we
Left by the sea.
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