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Dec 2016
Sometimes I don't know what to write
I lie awake
Let fingers type
The words that fall
From head-scratch hair
And words that stall
A new nightmare
Of words that shed
The skin I wear
As words that see
The signal flare
Then know to fleeΒ Β 
From my blank stare
Towards something going on in there
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
210
   Winn and Jamadhi Verse
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