Declan B Biography

Ah it sits there, bold as brass.
The rat in its element,
picking at the flesh that
sustains him. Oh scavenger!
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Dancing playfully in the grass,
Thorns coming from her side,
Wearing such colours,
Too vivid to hide.
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I look over at the man
staring silently out the window,
his eyes glazed over and empty,
he is motionless apart from his
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It has no time,
It follows its heart,
It travels by day,
Night and dusk,
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Dejected
I remenice
My disregarded youth
My forgotten innocence
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