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Dec 2018
We could be,
Free.
Frozen over,
A Phoenix  
Lights a fire
Underneath
This snow;
And, I know
This isn’t
Reality;
Don’t we
All see,
It differently?

Nothing is real unless it’s in front our faces, in this physical space?

Perhaps,
We all live
In
This
Perfect…
Fantasy (Of the mind),

Unending.
Jen
Written by
Jen  40/F/A Dream
(40/F/A Dream)   
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