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Oct 2021
No trouble fitting in
My skin
When no ones here
To day-begin
Alone within
The office dimly
Lit, the rain
Outside
Foreboding grimly
For my future
At this desk,
No directive
Yet expressed
Transparently
To feel secure
I’m vital to this job
Ensure
I’m here awhile
Not just temp
Though not quite sure
It’s permanent...
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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