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Sep 2020
Getting closer
Wasn’t sober
Nor was she
Just eerily,
Intuitively
Reading me
Like energies
And aura stuff
Enough deduced  
To call my bluff
Before I even made it
Stating
Might as well
Depart this place
And maybe see
Where all this leads
But so convinced was she
To sleep
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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