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Sep 2020
IΒ Β ponder

about the purpose
of dreams

and why the mind
isn't merely wiped clean

and reprogrammed
every night

when moonbeams
breach our windowpanes

kiss the skin

whit howland Β© 2020
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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