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Apr 2020
I look back
And wish
It was different
Than this
I don’t want to be old
And alone
Gettin’ ******
At the slightest
Disturbance
Of my peace of mind
By the simpletons
Not seeing my
Eye to eye
When the weather is weird
And bizarre
Is the word
I would use
To describe it all
First
But perhaps
Not the perfect
Conversing
Immersed
More in only more
Mine
Kind of **** to deal with
Since it’s news to me
Cared to share
Its
Acid trip
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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