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Nov 2019
Empty space
Dearly how I wake when I sleep, as I sleep through my wake.
My mind slowly falls out of shape,
and then becomes that empty space.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
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