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Sep 2016
The words that ignite
From the spark in my brain
Can they not provide warmth
To the cold in each vein
Can but one of these tears
That my pen pours in pain
Not touch upon skin
That I know feels the same

My thoughts into dust
Am I going insane
Am I losing my mind
Were my journeys in vain
To think that these tears
Could cleanse so much pain
Or heal this world's wounds
That I know bleed the same

My ethos to rust
Like chains in the rain
It corrodes in deaf-eared
Close-minded disdain
For a dying world's tears
We could share all this pain
Yet we cry them alone
Powerless, we're the same
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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