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Jun 2016
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Carve love into actuality,
Make peace with pretense,
See the body as real, the heat
Of youth in flower, grasp all told,
The flesh that parades with light,
Sun, let the mind finger soul, oft,
Race into being on this odd orb,
This makeshift world, this, incut,
Simulation of joy, and old wake
After all, after new hurt, touch,
Endured, smoked, shutout,
Of dream into actuality.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
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