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Sep 2015
By mirror I saw her as my own,
she sat undressed, pity slouched,
makeup putting on, then,
by ice we were separate,
man I alone in she,
riga mortis and she dies,
I say -
no! stay back!

as my throat holds,
I am left alone in blue,
black water besides
my earthen trail,
yet all I see is you.
Sean Fitzpatrick
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Sean Fitzpatrick
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