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Blue mouthwash swallowed.
Bathroom floor tiles liquefy.
Relapse starts anew.
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Conor Darrall
Short-stories, poetry and random scribblings. Irish traditional musician, sword student, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com
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