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Mar 2021
Given away
I was so close to seeing you
Stuck in debating
Extraneous being true
Wasted all semblance
Of once we were there’d
And instead favored wavering
How much I cared
How I shared it was worse
More infrequent,
Distorted
Equivocated,
Obfuscated
Contorted
In all sorts of warped
Bending mind
Out of shapes
Anything but the form
Of the time that it takes
From us aging, decaying,
And drifting apart
From diminished roles playing
Their part in the heart
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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