WORDS AND POETRY OF MIKE FALCONER
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…I wish I could write a love poem.
Like the moon wishes it could live on earth
A voyeur of heartache, tragedy, love, and distance…
…Sour in mind, body, spirit, and soul
The supplication of priests and prophets
Well intended, misguided, and futile…
Alone in a crowd
An extrovert by profession
An introvert by nature