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Jun 2020
I'm seeing polka dots when I close my eyes.

Darkness holding each dot in place.

No colors.

White on Black together complementing existence.

When I open my eyes, there are no polka dots but I'm seeing the same thing.

They keep telling me what I see is impossible.
JaxSpade
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