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Oct 2014
Even dreams
Are now filled
With the everyday mundane
It seems
This addiction to reality
Has taken seed
Now impossible
To differentiate
Waking from slumber
Now as one day ends
Another immediately begins
Slowly gone from living
Into this perpetual nightmare
Christopher Lowe
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Christopher Lowe  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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