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Jan 2017
If I could but verbalize
This written language
I speak in my head
I'd express divine gardens
Perception renews  
On the tip of my tongue
Yet my mouth misconstrues

Astrology oceans
Of my consciousness
Like a nuke of emotions
Set to implode
As my knowledge oasis
Dries up in the deserts
Conversing these places

As speech bubbles pop
My most wild dream clouds
Asleep in my mind
Like dormant volcanoes
With so much to share
But discussion eruptions  
I just can not bare
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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