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Dec 2020
The worsening odds
I will ever attain
What evades
And eludes
To this day
Can’t explain
It was something like
Why even try
To be good
To aspire to more
Than I probably should
When defeat
And let down
In foreboding
Portend
The six feet underground
Can’t come soon enough
End
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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