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Mar 2016
If I could not think,
Then I cannot be,
Yet I'm past the brink
Of reality.

I wander on plains
That somehow sustain,
But what I perceive,
You'd never believe

To ever be true
Or part of this world.
Your mind would unglue
And become unfurled

To the realms most eyes never see
Or accept as reality.
John F Anderson  III
Written by
John F Anderson III  Zanesville, OH
(Zanesville, OH)   
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   Tyler S Anderson
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