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Sep 2018
I feel such a joyless and reckless, unbridled
Despair of some incessant boredom time trial
So much of it placed in my hands to control
And to bend to my will, but I just do not know
What to do with it all, but imagine a place
Where again reunited within her embrace
It would all have been worth it, to flee undeserving
Of her concerns, left to my morbid devices
The rest of its turning
Without her nearby
Until in her resplendence
She sets in the sky
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  25/M/New York
(25/M/New York)   
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