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Aug 2017
End of the line
Am I losing control?
I feel like I have
A black hole in my soul
Now that I've returned
From a different dimension
To find that my home
Was not where I had left it
Instilled on a shimmering lake
In a bog
With my ghosts of the past
Whispering in the fog
How they loom in the gloom
Of this dubious cause
How their vapors exude
My corporeal flaws
Just an occupied landmass
A nut in a shell
A garden of Eden
Surrounded by hell
And I lie awake wondering
How'd I get here
I remember her name
But her voice is unclear
For now gone are the days
Where she keeps me off track
She has stolen my heart
And she's not coming back
So the next time I leave
To go win the space race
Let this now be the time
I forget too,
Her face
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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