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Nov 2017
You know it when you see it
When you reach it
When you be it
Do not chase it
But embrace it
You have just begun to taste it
Let it spiral from the heavens
And consume you in its gaping
Mind-erasing, soul-escapingΒ Β 
Divination of creation
As you sink into the sands
Of a permanent vacation
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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