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Sep 2018
Making this place a home
Is no easy feat
When I can’t even make
A hot meal I could eat
And in no earthly form
So desire to learn
How from not but a twig
And a stone
Make it burn
Just expecting to introspectively
Endure
This new prison cell in darkness clutches
Emmured
In insanity shrill shrieking silent serenity
Nothing to make me believe
I deserve to be
Anywhere else but this lush green oasis
Draining the life from this shell it encases
Making the most of the least of my problems
And unto the peoples’
Give myself to solve them
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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