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Jul 2020
But I’ll hold you again
In this life
Or the last
As we live in the future
The now
And the past
And even
If minutes
Elapsing
Collapse
Into somehow
Much longer
I take to my last
Breath exacting
The time I had squandered
Without our hands clasped
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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