Timmy Curran Poems

Reasons don't need to be dealt
The things to be said,
have already been ushered through the waves
The cares of a few lend a loud voice
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Hell bent to fade away
another exchange to
bury that old face
burn that old soul
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If I could see the stars at day
Paint the room in the same situation as you
What an eclipse of emotions
I could put myself through
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Can't move with
all the energy
Pouring out of
Memories
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Only the way
it could be would
be the way I
could say the
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The day begins
with shattered glass
an old woman
in the next room
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The buses all run,
although I can't quite say why
Nearly every shop is dark,
under the bluest of skies
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Better rest, no need to hurry
let these bones take
a seat and heal
Today he will give me
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I don't grasp to them too tight,
yet in the misty recollections
of what could be called my life reflections
they come to me, unsummomed,
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All around the next corner
something seeming different
only the sameness hidden
underneath gives it a beauty
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