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Apr 2022
Maybe a day
Or two tops
But at three
That you hadn’t a free moment
I fail to see
So just tell me
It’s not what you want
Or expected
Directly ignored
I can’t take
But rejected
Inured to
For years
I’ve been no ones
Priority
Intimate friends
Always end
In obscurity
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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