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 Mccune |
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psukhe souffléA Poem by Marc Mccune |
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like coffeeA Poem by Marc Mccune |
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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 Mccune |
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slo ginA Poem by Marc Mccunesometimes a single word will jog a torrent of memories. |
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