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Feb 2018
It’s like a meal,
As we try to heal,
Craving that need to feel.

Trying to win the war,
Opening up that door,
As the world keeps score.

We want to get ahead,
Not wind up dead,
When hanging on by a thread.

Winning that scary fight,
In order to see the light,
Ending the awful night.
Michael LoMonaco
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Michael LoMonaco  35/M/New York City
(35/M/New York City)   
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