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Jun 2020
And I mean
You were still
So estranged from me
Even
At my
Most eccentric
Expression
Just never let me
Break away
From oppression
And destiny fate
All equate to me
Nothing
Without you beneath me
Beside Me
As we grew to
Into and out
Of each other
As who knew
The breaking the bones
Of the order upon us
The power that tried
To tear us up
To dust us
Deep back to the dirt
Where the legacies lurk
And the blood still waters gardens
Of Edens
As we work
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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