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Apr 2015
I hear no one but the sound of my clock
I see no color except the black
The voices in my head are starting to shout
Midnight thoughts are starting to burst out.

Here in the different dimension
A place of recreation
Full of mysteries, fun, and excitement
sadness, truth, and enchantment.

Reality and fantasy
All are mixed for ecstasy
Things can be changed  for a while.
Tomorrow, another one will be worthwhile.
James Mesa
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James Mesa  In the Middle of Nowhere
(In the Middle of Nowhere)   
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   Rapunzoll and Poetess
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