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May 18
Always something
Missing there
Standing in the way
She’s gone
And gone
And gone
And gone
They either drag
Or lead me on
Attraction always
Missing piece
Their outlook always
Lacking peace
As I
Have reimagined it  
They’d rather stare
In silence sit
As if I was
Somehow amusing
Like some crass
Class clown
What I wanted
Out of this
With someone
I goodnightly
But seldom miss
Or long to hold
Growing old
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  27/M/California
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