Sitting on the beach
Naked in my aloneness
Sand is in my hair
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- Him - A Love Letter
- Without Marco
- Broken Ribs
- I have a secret love.
- ‘Out’ at the barbeque
- Mum and Marco thought I was asleep.
- The beach and then home
- Haiku
- Another very hot day
- News from the beach
- He thinks I will outgrow my love for him
- Marco doesn't know how to swim.
- My Sister Caitlin
- Funny (at least I thought so)
- Dealing
- Aidan and Michael in NYC
- In My Childhood Room, Part 2
- In My Childhood Room, Part 1
- YAY! Uncle Aidan is Coming Back
- Driving Home
- You told me to get a blog, so here it is
- I just cut off all of my hair. I don't know if it ...
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4 comments:
I love you Ciaran. I wish I could meet you. I hope Marco realizes how lucky he is. The haiku is beautiful.
The haiku is beautiful - YOU are beautiful.
Were you actually alone and naked on the beach? Wish I was there.
Won't you please post a photo of yourself?
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