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Jan 22
Ashamed
That I get this way
Drunken disgrace
Run my stupid mouth off
And forsake your embrace
As if any discordant rifts
Forming between,
Could make me start questioning
What your love means
To me,
Don’t want to do this
Without you
I can’t
And I’ve known it
First moment
I felt you enchant
Every inch,
Every fiber,
Of being alone
With the solace and warmth
Of there’s no place like home
And you truly are
Family,
My world now,
My life,
And if you would still have me
My beautiful wife
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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