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Jun 7
Innate
In your state
Of anxiety
Mired
In someone to save us,
To lead us
Required
But how can the few
Or but one
Serve the many
If only the strongest
Procuring us
Plenty
Survive on conniving,
Contriving
The tribe
And by infinite finance
Campaign laws
Abide
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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