Marc Mccune
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decadeA Poem by Marc Mccunetime you exected to be temporary, short, turns into a span of years, leaving love ones behind. |
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morning coffee runA Poem by Marc Mccunesaturday morning coffee run |
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the third worldA Poem by Marc Mccunea new world between people only happens when two separate worlds come toge4ther. |
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to questionsA Poem by Marc Mccuneknowledge found, I thought then windows were opened wide now, back to questions |
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psukhe souffléA Poem by Marc Mccunepsukhe souffléwhat is it? I know what I used to believe. who? in the left side in the back of my brain, maybe in my mind. couldn't be my .. |
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like coffeeA Poem by Marc Mccunetasting stale coffee lightened for the bitterness somehow like my life |
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memories in leatherA Story by Marc Mccunea stream of consciousness spills out, moving my mind from one thing to the next |
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glossolaliaA Story by Marc Mccuneat times, thoughts cannot be put into words. |
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animals call homeA Story by Marc Mccuneanimals call home My last apartment move, Atticus didn't like it. he hated the removal of all of our stuff. As we worked our way from the front of .. |
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slo ginA Poem by Marc Mccunesometimes a single word will jog a torrent of memories. |
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