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Apr 2022
Really felt
Her presence lost
Her mark upon my heart
Embossed
No longer
Only cost
A fortune
Fell for some
Ungrateful urchin
Searching for a match
To spark
To compliment
My in the dark
I kept receding
Leaving home again
Withdrawn
One day she’s here
The next she’s gone
Confounding to no end
Despair
It hurts so much
I just don’t care
A page from her
Unwritten book
Not one more piece of me
She took
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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