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Feb 3
Initials in squiggles
Across the concrete
Not a weekend goes by
I’m not grinding
The street
Right beside me
The beach
Could be cares atop cares
Atop cares
But I keep
With sanguinity
Gleaming
No nightmarish woe
Stems the flow
Of my dreaming
My highly unstable
Imbalanced
Reordering
Chaos
And lawlessness
Madness is bordering
Verging
On dare I say
Peace
All too simply
Or balk at the notion
Someone could convince me
This isn’t my tide,
Wave to ride
But ambition
That power I seek
Isn’t found to me
Different
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
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