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Mar 23
That’s what I call it
Alone
Through the night
When sedation
Persuasions
Still fail me
Despite
What I write
Weary eyes
Concentrate
On the page
How to lay it to rest
From the rest
Disengage
From this cage
Of fixation
Obsession
Incessant
Clock ticks
In the midst
Of my listless
Depressant
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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       B, J J, vb, Carlo C Gomez and Krista Delle Femine
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