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May 2020
Home alone.
Imagination impersistent.
But reality... eternal


You force yourself to think
it's in your head.
How sweet!


The world, now
filled with mist.
Eyes shut.
Souls out.


"Am I in the same
world?"
You ask yourself.


"Yes" replies her voice.
Open your eyes,
she runs away.


You force yourself
to think it's in
your head.
But is it?
Written by
Sara Thomas
183
       Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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