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Apr 2020
I woke from a seemingly never ending abyss of a dream
A desk
A pen
A single page of paper
A chair
A single spotlight
And me
In a single room
For 8 hours
Writing
Writing
Writing
About the horror of my own thoughts.
The afterimage of a previous page of paper
On a never ending loop
OJ
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OJ  16/Bigender/Chicago
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