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A Poem by Marc
A mind in itself is a world.A world I haven’t traveled,With a foreign currencyThat I don’t know how to exchange.You are my second language..
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A Poem by Marc
How soft a bed and warm a house.The world is mine�"no disagreement here.Only my own self to abide.Dreams float in heavenly tiers.The air o..
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A Poem by Marc
I dove inside the algae stream,Where fish lurk, leery and gasping,Where water slushes, not blue, not clean,Sticking everywhere, filth outlasting.Where..
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A Poem by Marc
I stand firm and bend.What are the limits of wood: oak, cedar, cherry wood?If I am an oakin a cedar forest,Am I mighty?Am I low?At what point does dif..
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A Poem by Marc
To my loving alcoholic mother,Thank you for worrying about how much I ate,and whether I had good shoes,whether you weresleeping all day,laying down, r..
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A Poem by Marc
I was a kid in the same neighborhoodThat saw my dad playing forwardWith his middle school soccer team,And witnessed the feat of him and 7 siblingscram..
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