Marcus
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Conscription and BoyhoodA Poem by MarcusThe coarse green fatigues etches away at me, cracking and burning my skin. The hands I once so warmly held are replaced with the cold sternnes.. |
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BeneathA Poem by MarcusI recall warmth and innocenceseeing that little cornerstill and shelteredAs if I'dfallen backto the bristle of a newbornagainst his mother's breast.Ha.. |
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Grey WallsA Poem by MarcusYou stare at mealone in an empty warehouseworking on the facethat keeps you from sleep.It came to a pointwhere you scraped your brows with razors,leav.. |
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