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Jul 2018
Eyes swollen by a **** for change.
A hunger; a desire
To force myself back through the gapless barrier
Preclusively demarcating reminiscence from reality.
Why can’t my anamnesis be my actuality?
Even if it is verisimilitudinous,
Lie to Me!
disorientation day
Written by
FunSlower  28/M/Australia
     Dorky Rhapsodist, KAE and AS
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