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Unwritten poem Unspeak these words Unwrite these letters Unshare my thoughts of unspeakable truths Retracing my steps, walking back down the line Revisit the moment to turn back the time Regret not the action but for the reaction Regret the effects that unfold Regret this my shortlived self-satisfaction Regret what should never be told Uncurse me with mildness Unsadden my day Unshock me so gently Unlead me astray Untell me the harshness Untear me apart Unmisunderstand me Unhurt me my heart

"Now you really ARE for the birds." She shook her head from side to side so her brown ponytail whipped her neck. Sinead had never heard such a big load of bull in all her life. Torn between being intrigued by, and slightly angry at this odd fellow with his fantastic stories, she mustered his eyes closely. This bar was, as any Dublin pub, too dim to make out enough. Just a LITTLE too dim, just that tiny little bit. And yet, for a split second she thought seeing that glint again, and it got her...

What time is it, I thought. Then it occured to me it didn't matter... it was Saturday. Squinting my eyes at the sunlight breaking through the flimsy curtains, I turned my head over to look at her. Still fast asleep, I thought. How cute she was, with her straw-blonde hair falling down by the sides of her face... Very carefully, I climbed out of bed, over and around her. This room was too damn small for the two of us... or else I had too much of my clutter in it. She moved a bit, I stalled... t...