Grow Strong

Lost AgainI know the sweet aching bite of too much too soon and how it stains between my bones and sends me falling primitiveLost Again
with my brash hopes trapped outside my chest. I blame your face - how it shames your name and the way it turns away the world, pulling the seams of my skin to Calvary, blowing my wishes into yesterday. Oh, there is such a dark elegance, refined and flawed like damaged water in your eyes, and a twist of your smile - the tragedy of light, leaves the air vibrating with something &nbs
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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