Martina McCarthy Poems

There is a stone
For every home
And no stone
Will be left unturned
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How honored I feel that you are my task
your need for me a chain of devotion
restricted by hidden fences
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I stand before thee without fear!
See how my naked flesh excites this
cosmogyral force bequeath unto me
sweet reminiscence
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I have always lived in the moment
never worried about the future
never questioned the past
'You'
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I found myself drowning
in my own tormented tears
nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
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Fear

You lured me into darkness
It is there
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