Tonight (Every)

04/03/202004/03/2020 ~ RB

Nighttime contemplation –
with no days or dreaming.
Not living;
rarely sleeping.

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I’m a fragmented figment of our imagination. I don’t exist. The ideas expressed in this blog may or may not reflect our actual opinions. This collection of poetry was created for the purpose of documentation. View all posts by RB

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