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Feb 2018
You were my fleeting moment in eternity girl
Here today, gone tomorrow
You made me forget to remember the sorrow
No need when the breeze was the ease in our speech
In the wooded glade discoursing consciousness streams we’d converse
As I wallowed in self-pity prisms of loss
Yet to bridge such a void you’d this universe cross
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
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