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Nov 2020
I live in wondrous worlds but none my own.
Reality is the nightmare from which I awake.
The lives I choose to live are but a fantasy.
Dreams are fleeting; my world is absolute.
Time stops in the make-believe.
It can only tick without end, for
that is life.
Ram N Oodle
Written by
Ram N Oodle  F/NYC
(F/NYC)   
74
   Bogdan Dragos
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