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Lyra

Lived with the words, and worked with the pen,
Murdered by cowards, not heroes, not men.

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Ana

Ana When Mothers are lucky, their boys become men. But some don’t quite make it, no why, how or when. With fortunate fathers, of daughters with dreams, They’ll think of the wonders, not horrors or screams. It happens in cities, in London, New York. Not our little suburbs, of Dublin and Cork. Never our doorstep,…

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