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Mar 2018
Never was one for the activist,
Always was more of a pacifist
Grabbin this’
Tinkering with all the ins and the out of its
Spittin’ specifics on how to break out of it
Trapped in the bottom of poverty’s shopping spree  
Gravity fadin’ to zero no stoppin’ me
Always want up but no social nobility
Still seein’ oceans as far as the eye can see
Spannin’ each day on the faith of infinity
Home was an island adrift in reality
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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