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Mar 2018
Just a ******’ guy
Gettin’ high
Tryna’ fly
I bury poetry so deeply
Till the last time I try
Oh no not I
You know not why
I am the truth in every lie
I fell for summer in the winter
‘Neath a mushroom cloud sky
And in her eyes I watched it wither
As I kissed her goodbye
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
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