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Oct 2016
Look around the present and what do you find,
Things real and unreal to behold,
A fissure small between the divide,
It's matter of fact is the matter,
Pliable to mind,
You search The tatter,
What you find in inside,
Is yours to mould,
To break the bind.
What is real?
Mark Donnelly
Written by
Mark Donnelly  Melbourne, VIC, AUS
(Melbourne, VIC, AUS)   
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