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Feb 2022
And that’s when I start to
Revisit
The pivot
We ****** around
Wasted away
And I give it
My all to still
Fall for you
Crawl in the avenue
Small,
Insignificant
Speck
Undeserving
I swerve
In adverbs
And I fervor
Exerting  
A tired and sick
Of this ****
Life existence
I miss the first time
I could die
In the distance
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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