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Dec 2024
reality is all that exists.
context is the curtain edge of
the proscenium.
the play is
you and I
performing every day.
ovations and uproar
are all just noise in the end.
everything is theatrical
Written by
Dom  M
(M)   
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     TangerineBlu3, Peter Gerstenmaier, ---, Rick and Emma
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