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Jul 2013
I am too often consumed by a cold blue light
  illuminating my blank stare
  and expressionless face.

The world in front of my eyes draws me in
  but does not exist.
  We see it, but it's in our heads.

I spend too many hours
  checking tiny inconsequential dots
  of light.

We laugh as our cats and dogs chase a red spot around the room
  but are we
  any better?
Emma B
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Emma B  In the clouds
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