Paul-Brian McInerney
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I am a poor man. I haven't wealth nor fame. I have my two hands. And a house to my name.
Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water. Keeps a diary invisibly.
Afternoon Ride
Afternoon Ride
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole. Just like a faucet that leaks. And there is comfort in the sound.
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