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Elias Jan 2021
in the end
everything
will end up
in the endless
circle of life,
so why would it
matter?
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Entrust me with yours
Then I'll show you mine
In time, and in return I ask
Please keep them to yourself  
For I share them all in confidence
Only with my midnight muse
Clandestine common senses
But my daybreak heart betrays
These covert black ops missions
And free speech end transmissions
Are but fake news to my secret codes
In messages to save this world
By over-writing border walls
To reach my girl enclosed behind
Her loosened lipstick gossip stalls
No rumors of my wedding vows
Just passing notes in class
For small-talk minded pleasantries
The distance in between these desks
I cirle only yes to ***
For deeper in the libraries
Of my unrest, a new behest
Still checks me out without request
For overdue confessions
Speaking unrequited volumes
To my hard-cover depressions
Introspections leather-bound
By ancient lore transgressions
In my most restricted sections
Still each page she turns to understand
The mysteries contained inside
This sacred pen within my hand

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