Fin Buckley
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TracksA Story by Fin Buckley"You pull the feather from his hat." |
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ThroneA Poem by Fin Buckley"They know your game, they know the cards you dealt yourself. You smile in return, there’s nothing they can do to stop you." |
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WaitingA Story by Fin Buckley“Do you sometimes dream of flying?” |
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The hand on his shoulderA Poem by Fin Buckley"His hand is on my shoulder and it’s too loose too cold too inhuman, and I don’t need any superpowers to discern that." |
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The tower that topplesA Story by Fin Buckley"The words come back to you then, you can taste them in the back of your throat, it reminds you of bile." |
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He makes it look so simpleA Poem by Fin Buckley"The same hands that kindle fire and move oceans and release lightning and they’re touching you as if his own heart were in his hands." |
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You made itA Poem by Fin Buckley"Everything in this world is as it should be, as it always has been, the fog peeled away and the picture saturated." |
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It's okayA Story by Fin BuckleyThey love you regardless. |
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FistsA Story by Fin Buckley"Is triumph supposed to feel this hollow?" |
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FulfillA Poem by Fin BuckleyWould he be disappointed if you simply stared? |