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Mar 2017
Watching that pathetic glance,
As contempt boiled in my veins.

Each gaze erupted pity,
Looking at a face of misery.

Every glare sparked dread,
Seeing fear tear up a man.

Staring at my own fright,
The mirror spoke with conviction.
Michael LoMonaco
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Michael LoMonaco  35/M/New York City
(35/M/New York City)   
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