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Jun 2016
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When you touch,
It is withholding.
When you moan,
It is suffering.
When you smile,
It is mercy.
When you laugh,
I am placated.
When you swoon,
I am not there.
When you vibrate,
I only witness.
When you taste,
I only imagine.
When you love,
I am unknown.

When you sleep,
I do not exist.
When you wake,
I am in dream.
When you cry,
It is like beauty.
When you leave,
There is desolation.
When you arrive,
The lost are found.
When you pray,
The birds take wing.
When you dance,
The world opens.
When you break,
I am complete.
Seán Mac Falls
Written by
Seán Mac Falls  Éire
(Éire)   
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