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 Feb 2014 Done
Seán Mac Falls
Sun beams in finery  .  .  .
Heaven and earth enthroned,
White sky, white mountains.
 Feb 2014 Done
Seán Mac Falls
We emptied the house,
Said our goodbyes and left,
  .  .  .  One photo on floor.
 Feb 2014 Done
Seán Mac Falls
Promised only words,
Took off our broken bands,
  .  .  .  Rings forever silent.
 Feb 2014 Done
Seán Mac Falls
Spotted light on lake,
Plaintive cry of single loon,
Full moon in his voice.
 Feb 2014 Done
Seán Mac Falls
Burnt leaves of autumn,
Drop, slanted in a brisk chill,
My heart is falling.
 Feb 2014 Done
September
Masterpiece
 Feb 2014 Done
September
I'm not an artist,
nor am I a murderer—
but I would **** for the day
where you let me trace circles on your skin
and outline your canvas with mine.
 Feb 2014 Done
September
Abuse
 Feb 2014 Done
September
They told me I could sell my body,
Instead I decided to sell my mind.
It's $10 a hit,
But I don't yet know
if this is harm or a high.
Body or mind?
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