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Sep 2010
The sad reality
Isn’t really
That real
A demotion
To different dimensions
Is as demented
As intended
Demolition

My mind divides
Life
To “this and that”

Dementia
No recollection
Of this dimension
Built my own
Reality
Is the only casualty
In delusion

Illusions are fact
Until revealed
Like a magic trick
Exposed
But eyes
Have no hand
In wisdom
Joseph Childress
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Joseph Childress  30/M/Detroit
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