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Abyss

A Poem by Irishrite

Always the same time Never the same place. Just like a fine wine. Or a beautiful swath of lace. Always there with me. If I had just one wish. I ..

Post street party 1998

A Story by Irishrite

A night at the Post street house, San Francisco, Ca.

The hurt in the dark

A Poem by Irishrite

It tickled, in such a hurtful way. A way no one should have to experience. In the dark, where there were no faces. No traces. No places I could go. ..

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