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May 2019
Somehow abnormal
To not need attention
To not crave the warm,
Soothing touch
Of affection
Been left to my own
Plot devices
And vices
And try as I might
Nothing seems to excite me
Entice me
Lust used to ignite me
Rewrite me
Completely
But only for her
And for her
What we were
Is no more
My brief blush
With polygamy
Ended before
I could flirt with disaster
And court her calamity
After enraptured
By love in its vanity
I just watched sanity
Slipping away
And still unto the goddess
Of discord
I pray
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
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