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Jun 2015
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Hands undecided,
Touch in the dark,
When even light
Is shy and flickering,
Candles lit, trying
To survive in caustic
Air and a hollow room
Where two old lovers
Reach, as they lie,
Feel for anything,
But what they feel,
Lost in a fog printed
On skin overrunning
With ambivalence,
Not felt by either lover.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
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