darragh murray

This poem is one that dates back to the days when Lachlan’s coworker filled his friends days with smiles and happiness. This is my attempt to honour her precious memory.

Dallas
The fact that I have not known you
Nor your tender touch
Your imminent departure
Makes my groin
Moan in flaccid disappointment.

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