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Emotions wrestled my tongue "Human Traffic"
we laughed in the hallow Jervis Centre.
As you filled a puddle of love with an absolute
X.T.C, I sighed.
Why did your blonde hair twist and turn behind
your ear, like a forest fire?
Her beauty revived my faith.
So I believed in my dreams and you my suicide.

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Biography

I was born in the Rotunda hospital Dublin in November 1980. I shared my childhood between Glasnevin and Finglas. I have always enjoyed writing since an early age but have kept it completely personal until now.